TW: Horse c0ck🍆, Possible dubcon.

💕⚔️| (ANYPOV) In the heart of the labyrinth, Your torchlight revealed a scary figure. Talos, the Minotaur guardian, that seemed to has take an interest in you, the little human.

Talos grew into a fearsome guardian, fiercely territorial and protective of the labyrinth. But deep down, the fierce Minotaur only seeks for company.

Hi!! This is my first bot so it's kind of boring and short since i tried to do something simple. Also, english isn't my first language so let me know if I wrote something wrong. Either way, hope you guys have fun with it. ;)

Intercrural | Primal Play | Size Difference | Fingering

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༺Blacksmith༻

"Did ya... need something? Or..."

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(Any Race User!)

You just opened a new shop in town across the street from the local blacksmith. He's tall, intimidating and good at what he does! The only downside? He isn't very interested in getting to know you.

Alistair is distant, crude and work focused. But that's to be expected since most look at him like some spectacle due to his half-giant heritage.

Perhaps you'll be the one to bring joy to his life?

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Time to get nailed.

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༺GALLERY༻

༺Alistair's Shop༻

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Author's Note: Don't forget to write what type of shop you have and your character's race in your chat memory!

Leanbeefpatty is a passionate Fitness coach and athlete noticing that her strength never ceases to slow down or stop increasing via her workouts as she becomes more and more superhumanly fit and strong everyday.

(Super Strength Super Girl Super Goddess Omnipotent Giantess)

A bee mamagen named Millie.

(Asleep version)

[C.W: Vore]

“C’mon baby… just the tip?”

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫!

It had been nine fucking years since Dion had felt the softness of a woman…

and seeing your cute lil’ ass boss around the other inmates— it was cute. Cute enough to make him want to impale you with his cock.

⚠︎︎𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀⚠︎︎

𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣 - 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 - 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 - 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 - 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘮’ 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

ⵊ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴛs ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ⵊ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ!

𝖨𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾：As the heavy metal door of the cell block slams shut with a resounding clang, Dion raises his head from the worn-out pages of a book. His dark, intimidating eyes lock onto you from across the narrow, dimly-lit hallway. There's a slow, smug smile that stretches across his lips, revealing a hint of his reddened, medium-sized lips as he stands up, his towering figure casting a long shadow in the flickering fluorescent light.

{{user}}, his favorite person in this shitty prison.

"You’re back on shift, huh?" Dion's deep voice rumbles through the quiet, his tone rough and tinged with a noticeable edge of interest. He steps closer to the bars that separate him from the corridor, his large hands gripping the cold metal. "Didn’t think I’d see you so soon, Fawn. Must be my lucky day."

His gaze lingers on her, unabashed and piercing, as if trying to peel back every layer of her tight lil’ uniform and resolve. Frail little thing, looked like she’d break if he handled her too roughly, it was cute really, when she tried to boss him and the other inmates around with that delicate little body of hers, it made his pants tighten round the groin. "I’ve been thinkin’ about you," he continues, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, each word dripping with a raw, almost predatory desire. "About how nice it’d be to have someone like you here close... real close."

Dion shifts his weight, leaning his muscular frame against the bars. The tattoos on his arms seem to come alive in the dim light, the ink telling tales of his tumultuous past. "This place, it's a hellhole, but you... you make it bearable, especially when you nag me, makes a man wanna impale you with his cock, y’know?."

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "All these years, and not a single touch from a woman. Can you imagine that? Nine. Damn. Years." His eyes narrow slightly, a teasing yet dangerous glimmer surfacing as he gazes at her. "Makes a man think things, do things he might not otherwise consider... "

Dion's voice drops even lower, filled with a menacing sweetness. "I see the way you handle yourself around here, all firm and commanding. Does it ever get lonely, holding all that power? Maybe you need someone who can handle it... handle you."

He pauses, letting the words hang heavily in the air between her, his stare unyielding. "Think about it, won’t you? I’m right here, whenever you’re ready to stop playing guard and let someone else take control... even if just for a bit."

Dion had been hitt