My Minotaur by Veronica Divine


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My Minotaur

Veronica Divine


Product Type: EBook
Price:  $5.95
Published by: Burping Frog Publishing
No. words: 61000
Categories: Sex Slavery / Training       Bondage/BDSM Fantasy      Erotic Fantasy
Setting: Ancient Roman/Greek
Published 2 / 2011
 

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SYNOPSIS

A Labor of Lust, Veronica Divine’s first full-length novel is a story that merges raw pornographic passion with some twists on fantasy-genre cliche’s that make for a sizzling and entertaining read. Through leagues of travel, and miles of sexual adventure, join The Lady Ailara as she comes to cuckold her wealthy husband with a most literal Bull, and is sucked (or possibly sucks her way) into a world far from the cushy pillows and comfy sofas to which she has become accustomed. Whether you can read it all in one sitting, or need to take frequent breaks to clean up, My Minotaur is sure to grip you by more than the eyes.

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Angrily I leaned across Oluth’s thighs and locked my lips onto the other side of his tremendous bullock. We glared at one another as our cheeks hollowed and we sucked hard, slurpy drool spilling from our lips and over his giant nut as we desperately fought for domination of it. We both opened our jaws and plunged in at the same time, lips meeting around the titanic teste. I pulled back in disgust as she inhaled just a little more of the nut, managing to claim over half of it in her mouth, pouty Elvin lips stretched thin by it’s girth. “Oh fine! You stay on that side! This one is mine!” I returned to the other ball, worshipping it with lewd sucks and slurps as my hands began to roam his limp shaft. Again we collided, all four of our hands having ample room to hold him, even dead limp. Oluth stirred and sneered down at us, chuckling at the sight of two horny women, each glaring at the other with a ball in her mouth and a length of meat between both hands. He also began to harden. We both stared up in awe as his thickening meat forced our fingers wider and wider, hands growing further apart on the expanding length as well. She greedily arched up and kneeled, claiming the head to suck on, slipping her tiny tongue all over, fucking into his cumslit with its wet point. I had to admit her efforts were masterful, but I wasn’t about to lose to this interfering little slut. I picked my moment as she pulled her head away from the fully hard yard of cock, thick precum dripping in gooey strands from her stretched mouth. I seized the base of his stalk in both hands and swung him like a club, catching her across head with a dangerous blow; it’s a good thing I am not particularly strong as I might have actually been able to kill her with the hardened tool. Oluth scowled at me as she sprawled from him, blinking in astonishment, dazed by sucker cockslap. I straddled his thighs to replace her, slurping and sucking all over his flared head, moaning my passion at every hot drop of seed that oozed deliciously down my throat. Suddenly my hair was being pulled and his thick mass emerged from my mouth with a loud popping sound. Jamming me down she crammed my face into his pendulous ball sack, angling my head this way and that to smear our mutual slobber all over my face. “Bugid Mmlllvn BTCH!” I shouted into the leathery ball bag. I reached back found one her infuriatingly firm tits, suddenly giving the nipple a sharp squeeze. She screeched and released me to protect her chest. Then it was a fight. Oluth could only stare in a mix of horror and satisfaction as we vied for the right to suck his massive staff. She held his scepter and dolled out punishing blows to my face and chest, leaving long cockbruises wherever the thick rod struck down. I managed to return the favor though, holding her head down against the thick table of his muscled stomach, bludgeoning her with the backside of the massive shaft like I was beating the laundry against the wash boarding of his abs. She was helpless like this, and I mercilessly pummeled her head while grinding her face against his rigidity, laughing my cruel joy allowed until I found myself being lifted. Oluth sat up slightly and dumped me onto the ground. “ENOUGH!” he intoned. “Saela, you may ride my member for your pleasure. Ailara, you will do ‘naught but polish my testicles until you have learned to behave. Is that clear?” “Yes,” I whimpered, hanging my head. I got to work, running my tongue in dizzying circles on every inch of his exposed nutmeat, trying ever so hard just to please him. He lifted the Sylvan girl and let her slowly sit on his tremendous rod. It took half an hour just for him to work the head inside, and the was panting, breathless when he let her sit there, biceps barely flexed to hold what must have been her minute weight. “Oh gods ...” was all she could manage to moan in our language, suddenly devolving into naked Elvin smut-talk, words that were somehow beautiful and lewd and the same time spilling from her lips. Sweat beaded on her brow as he began to pump into her, giving her only a tiny portion of his cock, gradually working her up to the amount her husband-to-be had been packing. His balls bounced as his hips flexed, I let them dance upon my tongue, grudgingly enjoying the flavor or her as the strange Sylvan wetness flowed down his shaft. Oluth arched his huge head up, letting his massive tongue slather up and down her neck and breasts, coating her in what must have been incredible warmth. Then in a move I had not yet seen, he leaned down, fucking a third of his yard-long cock into her as he began to lick and lap at her clit at the same time. As he increased the speed of this, his tongue made meaty slapping sounds against her pale flesh, almost loud enough to be heard over her insane screams of delight. My pussy throbbed in jealousy of both of them, my tongue almost drying out in my slavish devotion to his bulging ball sack. It would seem Sylvan females have an unusual way of coming. Rather than enjoying the multiples of their human counterparts, they seem to build to the edge of all of them at once, their nether parts discharging the climax’s simultaneously in one go. When his dual assault of tongue and truncheon finally brought her over pleasure’s edge, her pussy seemed to contract tightly into a fist, then suddenly unleash itself downwards, sinking another two inches of his impossible length as it spat out a torrent of glistening honey. She panted and collapsed upon him as I diligently lapped her essence from his powerful balls, sucking each one clean from as many angles as it took. He placed her unconscious form next to us in the grass and let her sleep, standing over me with his towering prick shaft cutting an intimidating silhouette in the moonlight. “I have not cum, and you behaved yourself. You shall be rewarded,” he boomed. But his fucking was angry. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up, squatting to jam his massive prick into me. My tits weighed heavily on my chin as my cheek was ground into the grass and dirt of the open plains, moaning a single pure note of joy as he stuffed his length into me.

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