Milking the Minotaur: A Short Erotica Story

by Quirty Publishing

Helena glanced at her father, who smiled proudly back. “It’s an honor to be a part of this ritual,” Borane reminded his daughter. “Now that you are of age, it is your year to appease the Bull God. Make your family proud.”

This gave me the ick.

Borane clasped his daughter’s shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks. “You make our tribe proud, my Helena,” he beamed down at her.