Sophitia knew venturing into the ruins would be dangerous. She told herself it was not worth it, there’s no way the Soul Edge would be in there. But curiosity got the better of the young warrior. What was the worst that could happen? Theseus had slain the legendary Minotaur over two millenia ago. There was no way anything could live in the haunted ruins of this labyrinth.
And now here she was – chained up, disarmed, and disrobed. One of the Minotaur’s monstrous offspring had clearly survived all these centuries. Its slimy tongue was drooling all over her toned shoulders. Half of her felt revulsion, the other half felt a fire stirring in her loins. It drove its monstrous cock relentlessly into her delicate pussy. The beast had not seen a woman for many centuries, and the lust had made its eyes burn a molten yellow. Her soft breasts were bouncing freely as her perfect body surrendered to the beast’s desires. This was the third time it had poured its foul seed into her womb, and each time her orgasm was more intense. Yes, she could get used to this.