The dim electric light cast shadows on the Minotaur's body, making every muscle stand out. A smell came off the monster, not unpleasant, more like an earthy musk – it was strong, almost overpowering; it made my head swim, but despite that, I wanted more of it.

For the longest time I did not encounter anyone else, human or monster. I started to believe I might be alone down here.

I might have gone insane, but one thing kept me going: my desire for revenge.

I knew I wasn't strong enough to defeat the Minotaur. But I had other talents – some might call them proclivities – and I was determined to live.

"Taming the Minotaur" is a steamy retelling of the Minotaur myth. It contains monster breeding, size difference, 'dick too big' and a horny, dangerous monster.

This is a gay minotaur erotica story containing explicit content. 18+ only.