Sex and the Greek Gods, Part 2

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ear seven maidens and seven young men were sent from Athens to Crete as sacrifices for the Minotaur, part of a penalty paid by the city to King Minos. The victims were pushed into the Labyrinth where the beast lived, a place impossible to escape. Though in the end, sacrifices were to be killed and eaten by the Minotaur, it was also assumed the monster had other appetites that needed to be sated. Some of the older women, such as Melita’s nurse, believed that the offerings might survive longer if they learn how to please the half-man half-animal creature. That day at the stable, the nurse had kneeled underneath a horse. Without much explanation, she pleasured the animal with her hands, mouth, and breasts. Melita watched, entranced how the older woman seemed to enjoy the act and performed it until the horse’s prick spilled thick streams of cum that covered the woman’s face and chest.</p><p id="a9f8">And now, kneeling in front of the beast, Melita understood why the nurse had put on such a show for her. The young maiden undid her dress, letting it pool onto the floor. Then she grabbed the beastly member with both hands, caressing it firmly from head to base. The Minotaur gave more pleasure sounds, roughly pulling her by the hair to push the girl’s face against its dick. She understood what it wanted and started running her tongue over the massive mushroom head like she’d seen the nurse do to the horse. Melita gave long licks, the beast grunting and huffing, trying in vain to push it inside her mouth. Suddenly the Minotaur pulled her up by the hair, turn her, and bent her. A loud yelp escaped her as the monster

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penetrated her virgin pussy in one long push. Her brain became foggy as a mix of pain and pleasure took over her senses, and she just hanged there, only the monster’s rough grip preventing her from hitting the floor. Suddenly, the movement stopped. The hands that held her let go, and she caught herself barely in time to avoid hitting her face on the dirt. When she opened her eyes, a gruesome sight made her scream. The head of the Minotaur looked back at her with dead eyes as its blood flooded the floor around her. Before she could get soaked, someone pulled her up. Even in her stupor, Melita recognized his face: it was Theseus, the Prince of Athens. He had fulfilled his promise and killed the Minotaur. The hero carried Melita in his arms and, pulling at a thread, guided them both out of the Labyrinth.</p><p id="6a91">Left wanting more? <a href="https://vixenstories.m-pages.com/qnIMRu/vixenwriter-pop-up">Click here</a> to receive sexy stories in your inbox. Do you know how the Minotaur came to be? Read the story of the unholy union here:</p><div id="1301" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sex-and-the-greek-gods-411440f1144f"> <div> <div> <h2>Sex and the Greek Gods.</h2> <div><h3>Part 1: Pasiphae and the bull.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*C2FTmo6ZgK1myPASt0HuAw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Minotaur and the Virgins

Young Melita shook like a leaf as she kneeled in front of the monster. Slowly looking up, she saw enormous feet, thick calves, muscled naked thighs. Her eyes stopped at the level of an appendix as she had never seen before. A thick, large, pulsing cock that should be a better fit on an animal’s body. A terrifying snort made her shrink, eyes shut. When she opened them again, the member’s bulbous head was right in front of her face. She reached with a trembling hand to touch it. The beast gave a pleasure growl. Holding it with both hands, she dared to look up for the first time. Her gaze followed the muscular torso, and she gasped as she saw how the chest hair meshed into fur and the tall body ended on a bull’s head. The nostrils dilated when it huffed, a giant hand pushing Melita’s face back down into the massive prick. The girl understood then why her nurse insisted on taking her to the stables to learn how to arouse horses. She was preparing Melita for her destiny as an offering for the Minotaur.

Each year seven maidens and seven young men were sent from Athens to Crete as sacrifices for the Minotaur, part of a penalty paid by the city to King Minos. The victims were pushed into the Labyrinth where the beast lived, a place impossible to escape. Though in the end, sacrifices were to be killed and eaten by the Minotaur, it was also assumed the monster had other appetites that needed to be sated. Some of the older women, such as Melita’s nurse, believed that the offerings might survive longer if they learn how to please the half-man half-animal creature. That day at the stable, the nurse had kneeled underneath a horse. Without much explanation, she pleasured the animal with her hands, mouth, and breasts. Melita watched, entranced how the older woman seemed to enjoy the act and performed it until the horse’s prick spilled thick streams of cum that covered the woman’s face and chest.

And now, kneeling in front of the beast, Melita understood why the nurse had put on such a show for her. The young maiden undid her dress, letting it pool onto the floor. Then she grabbed the beastly member with both hands, caressing it firmly from head to base. The Minotaur gave more pleasure sounds, roughly pulling her by the hair to push the girl’s face against its dick. She understood what it wanted and started running her tongue over the massive mushroom head like she’d seen the nurse do to the horse. Melita gave long licks, the beast grunting and huffing, trying in vain to push it inside her mouth. Suddenly the Minotaur pulled her up by the hair, turn her, and bent her. A loud yelp escaped her as the monster penetrated her virgin pussy in one long push. Her brain became foggy as a mix of pain and pleasure took over her senses, and she just hanged there, only the monster’s rough grip preventing her from hitting the floor. Suddenly, the movement stopped. The hands that held her let go, and she caught herself barely in time to avoid hitting her face on the dirt. When she opened her eyes, a gruesome sight made her scream. The head of the Minotaur looked back at her with dead eyes as its blood flooded the floor around her. Before she could get soaked, someone pulled her up. Even in her stupor, Melita recognized his face: it was Theseus, the Prince of Athens. He had fulfilled his promise and killed the Minotaur. The hero carried Melita in his arms and, pulling at a thread, guided them both out of the Labyrinth.

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