For a moment you're too shocked to move. You're stuck, and he's hard as a rock. The pain is intense as he thrusts into you for the first time.
"Mh, yes," he mumbles gruffly. "Good birthing hips. You'll do fine."
"B-Birthing hips!?" He doesn't take the time to explain himself. As you begin to panic and struggle, his grasp around your upper torso tightens, squeezing your breasts so tight it makes you cry out in shock, pain and pleasure. The Minotaur cares little for your comfort as he places his hands roughly around the front of your thighs to push himself further into you.
You're struggling hard now to get away, but you cannot escape. You know what's coming, but you can't seem to rip away from his iron grip; he's too strong for you.
He continues to hold you in place, forcing you to ride him. You cry out and scream, but nobody seems to be able to hear you, and he takes it as a compliment and pushes harder and further into you in order to provoke the reaction. You cannot stop the noises from escaping your throat. Each time you so much as utter a peep, it triggers a snicker from the bull-man, and sends him into a sex-crazed frenzy.
You ultimately fail at all of your attempts to escape, doing nothing more than exhausting yourself and arousing the Minotaur further. Panting for breath and clawing at the furs that make up his bed, you finally give up, surrendering to him so that he may do as he pleases with your soft, curvaceous body.
It doesn't take him long after that to fill you up with his seed, which is hotter than human cum. He sniffs at you for a while before he sits up and pulls himself out, a satisfied expression on his bovine face.
"Yes. You'll do fine. You'll make a fine breeding partner."