Like The Salmon Playing With The Stars 12
Setting: Earth.Ships: Unnamed Minotaur / Gretar.
Characters: Gretar (f merfolk, shark).
Setting: Earth.Ships: Unnamed Minotaur / Gretar.
Characters: Gretar (f merfolk, shark).
The minotaur has her by the tail fin, and yanks at her, pulling her back toward the fountain surface. It stares at her, its eyes a glowing embers red, and she groans and protests, telling it to let her go.
It does the opposite, pulling her closer until it can reach out and grab her by the hair. She yelps in pain, as the minotaur shows no consideration for how hard it pulls or how it grasps her. Her hair pulls at her scalp, some more than others.
She'd bailed on work to find something fun to do. This isn't exactly Gretar's kind of fun, though. She likes sex, sure, she thinks as the minotaur grabs her head and pulls up its cock. But she prefers being in control, being the one to tease and to give and to take. She clamps her mouth shut against the foul cock pressing against her lips, and gags as the minotaur forces the thing down her throat in one fell swoop.
If she'd told anyone where she was going, that'd be one thing. She knows that some of her friends would fight a beast like this for her. But she hadn't told anyone. She struggles against the minotaur's grip. It breathes heavily out its nose and huffs. She can feel its arousal twitching in her throat. It's thick and long and she wonders if it's so meaty that it reaches into her stomach. She groans around the cock, and tries to bite. She tastes blood, but the minotaur doesn't even flinch. It just fucks her mouth still, the little bit of blood only serving to cloud Gretar's mind. She hopes it'll be done with her and let her go, once it's spent itself in her belly.