Wide spread and enjoying the thrusting surges You find what was thoght as unthinkable, now is decidely what you want, and feel you would love it to happen often.
The Minotaur is showing some signs of tender passion while his maleness is swelling, extending even more, and filling you with hard shots of his seed.
He groans and say things tha suggests your body shall by being bred as a cow, will become as a Minotaur cow.
The thrill of being so molested is driving the rational thought from your weakening human mind. The lust to know this feeling from a more bestial state is fast becoming an appealing sugestion.
You bend a little and see his shaft pressed in so deep the coarse hairs of his sheath have actually entered past your sensual lips.
The sight of this makes you moan and smile, but the darkened color of your sensual fleahs is but the forwarning of becoming a black cow, for the Mater Minotaur to mate and do it often!