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32 - The Minotaur

Pounding me incessantly, his hands held my hips with a firm grip. There was no tenderness: just raw, primal sex, with the fierce grace of animals in heat. I felt like food, feeding this hungry beast behind me. I was his object, the orifice for him to pour his spirit, the only one that could offer him fulfillment and release.

6602 words (MF)


Cover art by Eva Dalila Rojano

32 - The Minotaur

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