Consentacles

His breath coming in quick, ragged gasps, he ran through the winding passages of the maze. His footsteps echoed through the stone halls, his heart pounded in his ears. Meanwhile, he could almost feel the creature’s hot breath on the back of his neck. He dare not look back. 

Another corridor, another corner, and another - a dead end. 

He whipped around, only to find the shadow of the beast towering over him, muscle-bound with massive, curling horns. He felt the heat rising in him, even as his nerves and muscles cried out in protest and his chest rose and fell. 

“No where else to run,” the beast breathed in his low, resounding voice, stepping forward to close the distance between them. The monster bared his teeth in a wicked grin. 

He grinned back. “It looks that way. What are you going to do now?” he murmured, coquettishly. His eyes ran over the monster’s naked form, from his bull-snout down his broad shoulders and sculpted abdominals to his generous endowment. His own cock twitched, and a bead of sweat rolled down his back.

“I’m going to take what is mine,” the beast growled, grasping his hardening cock in one hand and pushing the man up against the stone wall with the other. He leaned in to lick a drop of salty sweat from the man’s neck, and planted his mouth over the man’s in a deep kiss.

The man pushed him playfully away.

“No kissing!” he laughed, “That’s too... familiar. I want you to be rough with me.”

The beast smiled and rolled his dark eyes. “Whatever you say, my love.” He dragged his teeth along the man’s shoulder and hoisted him further up the wall, palming at his erection.

“I’m going to take you just like this, human. You’re mine,” he growled, as he slicked his cock, lining it up at the man’s tight entrance.

“I’m yours,” he breathed. All at once, the minotaur slid his length into the man, making him cry out in pain and ecstasy. The monster fucked into him with reckless abandon, pinning him to the wall with one hand while the other supported his hips. The man wrapped his legs around the monster’s waist, ruining the illusion but giving him better traction to arch into his thrusts. 

It only took a few pumps of his cock before he was coming, spilling himself between them and convulsing with the force of it. 

“Keep going,” he muttered, his breath hitched. The minotaur complied, panting as he thrusted in faster and faster, until he too was pulled, roaring, over the edge. 

He let the man down and they collapsed in a heap on the floor, chests heaving. Only then did the man permit himself to be pulled into the minotaur’s arms and kissed.