You're the sweet, innocent farmers daughter who can't keep her eyes off the burly minotaurs your father employs as farm hands.
You take them lemonade in short little sundresses so you can watch their muscles flex as they work in the fields. The hard work barely phases them because they're so strong, but they always thank you before gulping down the lemonade.
You notice them eyeing you as you hang clothes on the line. Usually you forgo wearing underwear so they can catch peeks as the breeze makes your skirt billow.
You never show any interest in the human suitors your father brings around, trying to marry you off. He cares more about how much acreage they have than he does your feelings.
The minotaur farm hands are always so polite, calling you ma'am and darlin' and sweetheart and tipping their hats seductively when you walk past.
The days are long, but late at night, you all sneak off for gang bangs in the barn. What would your strict father say if he ever found out?
You crawl away, panting heavily as you leave the chaotic depths of the orgy going on in the Free Use City Office. Somehow you’ve managed to avoid being found with the Easter egg vibrator stuck snuggly in your tight hole.
But your jaw aches, your lips are swollen, and you don’t know how much more of this you can take without a release of your own.
That’s when a sudden shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see Minotaur Boss standing tall and proud before you. His suit in perfect condition and not a hair out of place.
You almost question if he’s been participating but you see the smallest drop of cum in the corner of his mouth before he licks it up with his fat tongue.
“You’ve been mighty generous this game, pet,” Minotaur Boss rasps.
He offers you his hand and you take it on unsteady legs, so turned on you fear you’ll pass out. Your boss’ eyes look over you and you can feel your body heat up even more at the attention.
“It’s not like you,” he adds, voice suspicious, eyes glimmering with triumph.
And he’s not exactly wrong either. Everyone in the office spoils you. If they’re not servicing you they’re just plain fucking you. In your time at the office you’ve barely ever had to get on your knees, so to speak. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass. You know you’ve been caught, there’s no use trying to deny it.
Still, you have to try as you start to fall back on your knees. But Minotaur Boss is quick to stop your little games. Squeezing your hand he pulls you back up and pushes you over a nearby desk. You cry out as your chest hits the cold desk.
Minotaur Boss kicks apart your legs, yanking off your pants before you can say a word. Anticipation curls in your belly as you wait for him to find it and you jump as his prickly tongue rolls over the length of you.
A shiver rolls through you as his tongue searches and probes your hole, igniting your nerves and making you gush with another wave of lust. He teases you like he knows the egg is already inside you and he’s just drawing it out, torturing you.
But he fucks you with his tongue like the beast he is, lapping at your core and drowning in your taste like he never wants to come up for air. He growls against you as you writhe against his mouth, grinding down on his face and taking what you need. Reaching back you grab his horns and ride him as rough as you can.
His clawed hands grip at your thick thighs and he pulls you down even harder on top of him, tongue swirling around every sensitive inch of you. Driving you higher and higher to your peak, your moans cutting through the sounds of the orgy behind you.
You cum hard on Minotaur Boss’ tongue, sparks shooting throughout your body as waves of pleasure leave you. The force of your release so strong it sends the egg vibrator shooting out of your hole. Before it can fall to the ground he swipes it from the air, a smug smirk on his face.
“Ahh. There it is,” he purrs before leaning in and giving your fluttering hole a gentle kiss.
A tingle of overstimulation zaps through you and you let out a cute little yelp as Minotaur Boss stands to his full height. Letting the aftershocks wash over you as he addresses the room.
“Looks like I’ve won. Now it’s time for my real prize.”
You look over your shoulder just as Bunny Secretary waltzes up and places the vibrator’s remote in Minotaur Boss’ claws. The rest of the room collectively sags in disappointment despite the lust in the air. All of them wishing they were the ones to have won you. But the only thing you can seem to focus on is your boss as he closes in on you.
And even though the office has the day off for the party, you know he’s about to put you to work.
You knew you shouldn’t have done it. You knew fully well it would earn you a punishment, but it was such a good opportunity you couldn’t let it go to waste. So you did it, and he caught you, and you’re going to pay the price.
You’ve been sitting on his lap for the past half an hour. He teased your pussy until you were wet and sloppy, until each push of his fingers against your warm opening sounded sinful. Then, he sat back at his desk and made you sit in his lap, facing his computer.
He’s hard and throbbing inside of you, but you can’t move. He has such a strong hold on your hips that you can barely move a couple millimeters in any direction. Every time you try to get some kind of friction, he just shushes you.
“Shush, pup, you need to be a good girl and endure your punishment,” he keeps repeating, patting your head each time as if calming a puppy who’s being too energetic. On top of that, it only makes you feel more humiliated that he’s fully dressed in contrast to your naked form.
“Please,” you whimper, tears running down your cheeks because you’ve been on edge for hours. Your whines fall on deaf ears, though. He’s still just sitting there, making you cockwarm him as he answers work emails.
He pinches one of your pierced nipples just to reinforce his point, making you scream as he covers your mouth with his free hand, pinching your nipple again until it feels painful. The pain and pleasure mixes inside of you and makes you sob in desperation.
He chuffs in amusement. “Stop being a brat, you earned this punishment, so you just have to endure it.” You try to beg again, but it only made him chuckle, reaching to grab something and stuffing it in your mouth. “I bet you can’t be so bratty if you can’t talk, can you, pup?”
You bite down against what you realize are your wet panties from before. Fuck. Your face feels as red as a tomato, but the degradation and humiliation of it all just makes your pussy clench around him more. You moan around the panties in your mouth and Ambrose laughs, a full belly laugh that makes your body bounce over him and almost, almost, sends you over the edge. Then he stops, making you whimper and whine around the gag.
“Don’t try to be all cute now, you know what you did, so now you’re going to spend the next…” he looks at the clock, “three hours just sitting on my dick and waiting until I’ve had enough of your sweet cunt around me. And hey, If you’re good you might even get my cum afterwards.” A tear runs down your cheek and he coos, wiping it away. “Be a good pup for me, you can do that, can’t you?”
You nod, more tears running down as you try to be as still as possible- an evil task for someone who’s always idly fidgeting and wiggling. After a while, your brain just short circuits and you start moving your hips without even thinking about it.
He slaps the side of your thigh, grabbing your throat and pressing back until he can whisper against your ear: “Don’t make me add a plug to your tight little asshole, sunshine, we both know that would only make you messier and more pathetic.”
You hold on for about ten minutes after that before moving again without thinking, your pussy gushing around his cock. He stops your movements, his big hands firmly against your hips and lifts you a bit. For a second it looks like he’s admiring his work- that is, until he notices what is essentially a puddle of your juices on his pants. “You soaked through my pants… bad puppy!” You whimper as he releases your hips and you fall down onto his cock again. You yip around your panties, causing them to fall out. He only chuckles, picking them up and throwing them to the side. “You’re lucky I like how pathetic you sound.”
With that he releases your hips, going back to writing emails as you enter a state similar to a trance, but it’s short lived. Before you realize it, you’re moving your hips a little bit, earning another amused chuff from Ambrose- but he doesn’t stop you this time.
You almost reach your orgasm before he pushes you forward, your boobs pressing against his keyboard. “What’re you doing?” You ask, hearing the snap of his camera soon after from behind you. Your body gets hotter, your pussy wetter (if that was even possible) as you clench around him at the taste of exhibitionism.
“Taking a pic to send to the work group chat, they’re asking me why I’m being so slow with the emails,” he explains as if it’s nothing. “Look, it looks fantastic.” He brings the phone around your body, showing you a close-up picture of his dick buried in and stretching your soaking wet pussy.
Fuck, that’s so hot that you can’t do anything but whimper as he laughs. He‘s pushing you back against his chest again, hitting send and going back to his emails as if nothing happened. You, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about the fact that Brick and Poppy just saw your soaking wet cunt. The thought makes you so hot that you know you’re dripping down and probably making a further mess of his pants.
He continues for a few minutes, maybe more, but you’re not really sure because your brain lost all capacity to act coherent the second he took the picture. You’ve just been staring at the computer, not processing any words and lightly rolling your hips until he growls and stops you.
When he pulls out you almost howl sadly. You wriggle your ass a little, looking for some kind of relief from Ambrose since he’s still sitting behind you. He only laughs, manhandling you until you’re bent over the desk, legs parted so he can see just how fucking wet and dripping you are. If you weren’t so desperate you’d be embarrassed, but at this point even a breeze could make you almost cum.
You feel the tip of his cock press against your pussy. He’s rubbing up and down as if he’s playing with you, sending sparks of pleasure down your back. But it’s still not enough to make you cum. “Tell me you're a filthy little slut who’s only good for pleasuring my cock,” he orders.
You blush so hard you can’t even think, almost no blood left in your brain. You try to repeat him, but the only thing that leaves your mouth is a choked “Hghgf,” as you bury your head in your hands, completely mortified.
Ambrose only laughs, slapping your ass lightly and making you yelp. “Aww, what a cute puppy. Come on, say it.” His voice isn’t only commanding, but it has an edge of danger to it that sends all kinds of horny sparks through your body.
You try to comply with his order and fail again, which earns you a slap against the sensitive flesh of your pussy. You yip and cry out his name with a whimper, much to his amusement.
“I guess you won't get what you want, then…” He teases, his dick once more rubbing up and down your sopping wet pussy, paying special attention to your clit and making tears run down your cheeks.
“No! Nonono- I’m- I’m a filthy- Fuck, Rose- I can’t- can’t think if you keep- keep doing that,” you sputter as he keeps circling your clit with the tip of his dick, spreading his precum and your juices all over.
He only laughs, his thumb rubbing your opening to gather enough juices to rub against your asshole. “If you can still be a brat, then you clearly aren’t desperate enough, are you?” he punctuates each word with a rough thrust against your clit, pressing against your asshole at the same time.
You cry out as your legs give from under you, your pussy feeling suddenly neglected. He grabs you, pressing his weight against your back and holding you like that. Your legs are hanging uselessly as he grinds his hips against your pussy, still not fucking you just yet.
You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, but you don’t fucking care. You just need Ambrose to fuck you already, to let you cum, to use you like a dirty slut. You don’t care. You need him. You need him now. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry, ’m sorry. Please, please, please…”
You keep begging, and Ambrose keeps just teasing you, not enough to make you cum but enough to make you cry in desperation. The need inside of you is so deep that you can barely think. It almost feels like an out of body experience, but with each touch you’re reminded that he’s with you, an anchor.
He lifts up from pressing against your body and turns you around, your legs against the crooks of his elbows as he presses against your opening again. “Say it,” he repeats. In this position he can play with your nipples, and he takes advantage of that, pinching them until you cry out.
“I’m- I’m a filthy-” You take a deep breath, trying to focus on what you are saying and not the way Ambrose’s cock feels against your opening, the way his fingers feel against your nipples. “I’m a filthy lil slut who’s- who’s only good f’r pleasurin’h y’r cock,” you let out with a rushed and slurred mumble.
“Such a good pup,” he praises, pushing into you with one long thrust. He leans forward, pressing your legs against yourself until you’re in a mating press position while his dick is hitting every pleasure point you know.
Your orgasm is fast and hard, but he doesn’t stop fucking you. He continues rutting into your welcoming heat and making the most obscene sounds as your pussy gushes and clenches around his dick. He fucks you like a powered machine, and his mouth runs wild as he does so.
“You like this? You like being my pathetic little pet? So needy for my cock that you can barely talk? Of course you do. You like being a filthy slut begging for cock. And you get so red and pretty when you’re about to cry out, when your pussy clenches around my dick like a vice. Fuck, you’re always so tight, so fucking tight around me, clenching down every time I pull back. It’s like you never want my dick to leave your sweet cunt.”
His words only fuel your arousal and pleasure to burn higher and hotter. Your brain is short-circuiting, you can’t think, you can barely hold your drool in your mouth as he pounds into you, saying the filthiest things in your ear.
“If I knew you’d be like this I’d have had you impaled on my dick 24/7. Just too fucked out to be a brat. Too fucked out to argue back when I’m looking out for you. You’d be so full of cum and so dizzy with pleasure that you’d be just my pliant little pet, my sweet little slut, too horny to process the world around her. That last part isn’t too different from usual though, is it?”
He sounds rough and deep, and it’s doing it for you. It’s more than just doing it for you. You can’t even hear your own moans coming out of your mouth. All you can hear is his words, because the way he’s talking to you is sending you to your next orgasm so fast you can only hold onto his horns for dear life as he destroys your pussy.
You cum once more. And then again. And then another. And then you lose count of how many times he makes you cum as he drains everything he can from you, his mouth running against your ear, telling you all kinds of sinful and obscene things.
By the time he cums inside of you, you can barely keep your eyes open, your body thoroughly fucked and exhausted from the edging and the fucking. “I knew I could fuck the brat out of you,” he says as he carries your limp body to the bathroom, cock still inside of you. You can feel his cum slowly leaking out around his dick with each step of his.
You huff against his neck, almost asleep but not quite as you whisper to him, “you wish.”
-NSFW towards the end, big happy husband, protective dad, mentions of rough sex, f!receiving oral, aftercare, hints at roleplay, quiet life
WC: 420
‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️
-A/N: After researching and reading around, I've seen a lot of farmer minotaur stuff. And I have to say, I'm here for it, and here we are. Hope you enjoy! 💋
You both live on a farm, but not a typical farm. It’s far into the woods, near a deep cave, where he’s able to keep supplies and equipment safe from robbers.
You live in a modest stone cabin with a matching stone gated backyard.
You both have turned the backyard into a massive garden with numerous different flowers.
Sometimes, he will make you a homemade bouquet from the flowers you’ve grown. Leaving it on the dining room table for the whole family to enjoy.
Sometimes when you grow too much food, he helps you gather the extra food to give to members of your small community, while you make bouquets to hand out.
Despite his tall stature, your Minotaur husband is actually a gentle giant. He has a nurturing side that only you and your family get to see. He’s helped your children with handling injured animals with such gentleness.
Even though he is naturally kind and gentle, he has an intense protective side. He is not scared to get his hands dirty if it means protecting his family.
There are various weapons hidden throughout the home, and he has taught everyone how to use them.
Although his protective instincts can be brutal, they are also soft. You are able to crawl into his arms after a bad day without saying anything and he knows to just hold you. Just being in his arms makes you feel safe.
When he’s not tending to the garden, children, or you, he enjoys woodworking. He’s made all of the furniture in the home.
You let the children help paint the furniture after it’s made.
He’s also taught them how to widdle small pieces of wood for toys.
He’s an excellent cook. He enjoys when the entire family helps prepare a meal together.
Likes to collect small stones or shells while out to bring home. It shows he’s always thinking of you.
You both build a warm, loving blended home.
He loves it when you’re rough with him when you’re alone.
He whimpers when you grab his horns and ride his face.
He makes sure you are completely satisfied before he stops pleasing you.
He likes it when you roleplay as his ‘god’ or ‘goddess’. You have a special sheer cloth you wear for him and beckon him into the bedroom.
Will have you bent over, completely getting plowed, then will bring lots of snacks into bed afterwards as aftercare.
He likes to feed you fresh grapes while you lay naked and completely satisfied before him.
I didn't realize how many of these there were. So I decided to put them all here. Note: these are stories as opposed to little drabbles/random thoughts. I might have to make a tag for those as well. @-@
Put under a read more because this list got LONG.
(Most Recent first)
Love Bite: M!Zombie/Ghoul/F! Reader. A woman sneaks into a cathedral on zombie feeding night to confront their leader.
Song of Summer: M!Forest God/Spriggan/F! Human. A woman recounts the summer she embraced her sexuality.
Bring the Storm: M!Djinn/F!Reader. A woman comes to a djinn's lair, seeking knowledge.
Lesson In Discipline: M!Werewolf/GN! Reader. A human decides to douse themselves with pheromones to attract the attention of a local werewolf and gets more than they bargained for.
Traditions: M! Minotaur/F! Human Reader (One shot, part of a script series that I am planning on turning into a series of shorts)
Cream Filling: Reverse Harem/F! Human. A series about a woman who takes up a serving job at a demon run cafe. Between her monstrous coworkers and clientele, she may be in over her head...
Marked by the Moon: M! Werewolf/F! Human/Werewolf. A series about a vet who is scratched by a wolf. During the next full moon, she runs wild... But She's not alone.
Lips of an Angel: M! Angel/M! Human. A man goes out to a bar and finds himself in some... Heavenly company.
Holy Light: F! Elemental/GN! Reader. (Series, Currently on Hiatus) A paladin discovers a sapient flame and decides to take them under their wing.
Caged: M! Lionman/GN! Reader (Series, currently on hiatus) A noble finds themselves in possession of an interesting leonine.
In Shadows: GN! Shadow/GN! Reader. (One Shot) a shadow monster saves the reader.
Disguises: M! Kitsune (although kinda GN? They're an old god)/ GN! Reader. Series. on hiatus. The reader accidentally pleases and weds an old god!
Burning Love: M! Demon/F! Reader. Craving a lover, a woman summons a demon to bewitch him... But finds what she craves may be right in front of her...
Seeds of Harvest: Multiple M! / F! Human. (Two parts) A follower of the old gods finds how possessive they can be.
Cuddles and Comfort: M! Werewolf/GN! Reader. One shot/fluff. The reader comforts their werewolf lover on 4th of July.
Sharkmate Ooh-ha-ha! M! Sharkman/F!Human. A "finder" goes on an assignment to retrieve a merchant ship, but a dragon attack strands her on an island.
(Published Works)
Whispers In Dreams: A paranormal horror about a literary teacher who stumbles into the world of yokai. (Book On Amazon.)
I sat in the sun for a while and I think my brain works again! I’ve been meaning to get this little novelette out there for aaaaages now. Minotaur lovers, you’ll enjoy this one!
An early Christmas gift arrived with my Patreon book box from @lyonneriley! Yes, there's some very nice spicy art... that I've hidden the naughty bits. 😏 Cannot wait to read Celeste and Theo's story.
If you want to snag your own box, check this link here. Lyonne Riley has been a great author to find this year, and be sure to check out her Trollkin Lovers series, too. ☺️😁
Back with another monster matchup! This one featuring a short Minotaur and his tall girlfriend! All he wants to do is make some breakfast! *Disclaimer: None of the pics are mine, all credit goes to the original artists!
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You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at how your boyfriend was pouting up at you, his tail swishing from side to side as a huff came from him. “What? Can’t reach it?” You teased the smaller minotaur gently, another huff came from him as he shook his head. “Need me to get it for you?” You asked with another giggle as your boyfriend merely grumbled in response to the question.
“Yes please.” He finally sighed after a moment, you reached down and gently ruffled the curly fur on top of his head, he rolled his eyes playfully and shuffled off to the side, waiting for you to grab the pancake mix from the top shelf.
You reached up and grabbed the pancake mix from the shelf, you placed it down on the counter for him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “There you go.” You hummed as you stepped back as Aldran took the mix and immediately began to work on making breakfast for the two of you. With a smile, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and then rested your chin on top of his head.
He chuckled softly as he flipped one of the pancakes over, tilting his head back he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you…” He cooed softly as he then focused back on making breakfast with a hum.
“You don’t need to thank me for getting stuff off of the shelf for you.” You responded as you gave him a gentle squeeze. He huffed softly in response and then turned to face you after he had plated the pancakes.
“Yes I do, without you I don’t know how I’d make breakfast in the morning since the mix is always up on the top shelf!” He protested, reached up to poke your nose in response, something he always did when he was trying to prove a point. “I need someone tall to stuff down for me, and well, you are tall! Which I love, just like I love you!” He grumbled as he crossed his arms, looking about as menacing as a kitten right now.
You could only shake your head in response as he rattled on about how great you were as he finished making breakfast, and by the end of it, you had sneaked the mix back up on the top shelf. It gave you something to look forward to in the morning, little did you know that Aldran knew exactly what you were doing and he was more than happy to indulge in it every morning.
