He holds you over his cock, leaving you helplessly dangling over it with your eyes focused on his firm body. He applies preasure to your hole, forcing you down the tip. A shout escapes your lungs as it enters, stretching your hole out painfully as he chuckles deviously. The feminine voice Rose displayed before has all but vanished, leaving behind a terrifyingly deep and masculine pitch.
As inches deepen into your body, you lack the strength to even struggle as pain sears throughout your body. At about half way you feel your lower abdomen fill with warmth and your belly distends with the shape of Rose's tip. He grabs your hips and begins to thrust into you, shoving more of his cock past your burning hole as he groans and grunts deeply.
You feel like a sock, simply a mere cock warmer to Rose and you debate whether you should have denied mounting him. You don't know why you said no anymore. Surely, anything would be better than this agony. Rose's hips clap as they meet your ass and he pins your shoulders to the floor as he adjusts his body to thrust deeper into you.
You cum, it hurts so badly, but you cum anyway. The minotaur grins and watches you, his exhausted toy, fill and swell with his cock in your belly. Then he cums inside you, coating your insides with his seed and he revels in his afterglow momentarily before he pulls out of you with a loud 'slurp'.
He admires his was, taking the cum from his cock just to wipe it all off on your chest and stomach. "Looks like I've found me a new cocksleeve." He says, staring down at your exhausted, cum covered form.