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Asterion

You take another blind turn through the stone maze, your torchlight bouncing off the slick walls. Sweat clings to your neck, the air heavy with damp earth. The sound of your boots echoes and then—

Impact. You stumble back, spine rattled, and fall hard on your ass. Your torch rolls against the floor and the flame licks higher, casting a shadow so large it swallows the walls. A shape towers over you. Muscled chest. Thick arms. Horns curling like sickles. And lower, between his thighs, a cock so heavy it drips thick strands of pre on your boots.

Asterion stares down at you with a grin that bares teeth. His voice rumbles, deep and rough, "Are ya lost, adventurer?"

Your throat tightens. You should run, but your body betrays you. Your eyes drag down his body, fixating on the way his shaft sways with each breath. The scent hits you next, sharp musk, male, animal. Your heart pounds, but the heat rushing through your gut is stronger than fear.

You try to speak, but the words catch. The torchlight dances across his chest, down to his navel, catching on the trail of fur that leads to his cock. A hand the size of a shield moves, curling around the thick shaft. He squeezes, forcing more pre to bead at the tip, then drip in slow strings. The sound of it pattering on the stone mixes with your shallow breath.

"You walked right into my den" he says. His thumb smears the slick fluid over the swollen head, and your eyes follow without thought. "So tell me, what should I do with you?"

Your palms press against the floor. The stone is cold, gritty, but the heat in your body is all-consuming. Your ass tingles from the fall, your legs spread without you realizing. Asterion notices. His grin widens.

He squats, lowering his bulk until his cock hangs level with your face. The musk grows thicker, flooding your nose. He leans in, one hand braced on the wall behind you, the other guiding his shaft until the tip almost brushes your lips. "You look thirsty. Want a taste?"

Your lips part. The first drop smears across your tongue, salty and bitter, and your cock stiffens in your pants. The Minotaur chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates in your chest. "That’s it" he says. "Open wider."

You obey. His cockhead pushes past your lips, filling your mouth with its size and his flavor. Your jaw aches, drool spills down your chin, but your body hums with heat. He grinds against your tongue, pumping his hips slow.

The maze fades in your mind, Asterion taking place.

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