You've never felt small before, but the minotaur is so big, he can practically wrap one hand around your waist. Which turns out to be a good thing, because he needs to hold you steady as he enters you. "So small," he grunts, even though you're not. Not really. "Careful. I could break you."
You don't know how to admit that you want this, that you want this stretch and pressure and ache. That you want him to break you. All you can say is, "please do." But that's all it takes.
"Oh," he breathes, brushing a thumb over the skin on your abdomen. "Oh, little one."
His cock thrusts deeper, forcing the air from your lungs.
"Then hold tight. Hold on tight for me."