Domming the minotaur

Request: if you can. maybe male reader dom? if not just trans male reader!

Minotaur x trans!male reader || free use (kinda), body worship (lowkey), knotting, dom/sub dynamics

When you started working at the farm, you thought it would be easy, just a fast work to get some money and keep moving… But then the boss appeared and your brain went into override. He was a hot minotaur that looked good enough to eat. He was prime beef and you wanted to have his steak.

At first you only flirted, not caring about anything, you were going to stay for a little while, so what if you wanted to fuck him for days? Who cared? Not you. You wanted to fuck him senseless… And he responded. He flirted right back, but every time you tried to go further, he stopped you. He pulled back and ran with his tail between his legs, metaphorically and literally. You found that so cute it only made you want to fuck him harder.

Until you had enough.

You told him about the fence that had to be fixed, and accompanied him… Just to push him to the ground and wrestle his belt out of his wrist as he chuckled at your “weak attempts” to fight a big minotaur. But before he could blink you had his back against the fence and his hands above his head. He was panting and you could see the dick-print on his pants.

You tied him to the fence, his own belt around his wrists as you stood over his panting form. The sun was hitting just right to make his skin look golden and soft, and when you parted his shirt, you almost swallowed your tongue. He was hairy and thick, and his pectorals were as big as your head. You wanted to squeeze your head between them. He was panting, softly whining in desperation as you only stared at his half clothed form. He looked so good tied and submitted… You wanted to devour him.

He only let out a soft plea before you were on him. He begged, and told you how much time had passed, and you only coo at him, edging him a little more for being such a good minotaur. You sat on his lap, and started grinding down on him until he was panting and you were about to burst. Just to stop, making him bellow as you caressed his chest and his breathing evened out. He was looking more and more desperate with each round of teasing, and by the time you took pity of him and opened his pants, the wet patch on his jeans was a little pool.

You sat down on his dick and started riding like he was a mechanic bull and you were the best bull-rider in town. He was looking up at you as if you were the best thing that happened to him, and that only made you want to ride him harder. So you did. Bouncing on his cock, hitting hard when you went down just to hear him whine when your wetness spread over his knot.

You were edging both of you, your movements controlled as you told him how good he was, such a good minotaur for you, filling your cunt so well. And he praised you over and over, telling you how beautiful your chest scars looked, how good you felt around him and how good of a dom you were for him. How much he loved to be fucked by you, how much he loved that you had all the control… Such a good needy minotaur, to such a good dom.

His words drove you higher, and by the time you were ready to explode, you pushed down hard. His knot slipped inside of you, and he roared. Literally roared as he started to fill you deep. You ground against his dick, milking his knot as you fell over the edge.

So at the end, you chose not to “keep moving”… at least not if it meant laving your sweet minotaur and his precious whines behind.