Thread: Exploring the Deep (Dungeon World kinky rpg) with Morell and Moon Struck Fox

The Minotaur stopped his slow gyrations when he felt the human girl start moving against him. He allowed her to do so for a moment, letting her bask in the humiliation of her own desire for a bit as he watched those tiny hips bounce against his powerful thighs. His hand, three times the size of a burly, rugged man's covered her face, pulling her head back to stare at the dark ceiling. His third finger creeped into her mouth, forcing it's way to rest at the back of her tongue, just far enough to make her gag. Then, with a powerful thrust, he settled into her again, piercing her cervix with one fluid motion as if it weren't even there. He could feel her womb bending deeper into her body, forced to form to the shape of his cock as he hammered deep into the thief bitch's insides. It'll be better for you if you scream, human. He snarled and then slammed her head into the cold coins, pressing her face with his giant palm as he ravaged her body like a rag doll. Strong hips picked up pace, so fast that if anyone were watching might see the slight furry blur of his legs working in and out, pushing against those firm ass cheeks, over and over taking, abusing, using, and fucking the poor girl's tight pussy. The spit had began to pool on the fucktoy's spine, and slaver onto the coins below, creeping down her tummy as they soaked into the creases of the metal. With a forceful plunge, the beast roared so loud it shook the walls of the tiny cavern, threatening to drop ancient stalagtites from the ceiling onto the pair. The beast's buttery cock, soaked through from their combined juices rippled, then pulsed, then shot a steady stream like a firehose, painting the girl's womb white with it's thick seed. Eyes glowed hot red above her, and in another instant, the beast was fucking her even harder than before. He went into a lust-filled rage, losing himself in the pleasure. Nothing existed right now, not his gold, not the cave, not anything except his cock dipping desperately into this tight human cunt. He grabbed her shoulders, pressing so hard into her, gold began spilling from the pile, covering her up as he ground her so hard, she bagan to get buried under the coin she loved so much. It was like he was fucking his mound of treasure now, as the beast howled again, forcing an even harder jet of cum, another heaping helping splashing her abused womb lining. The pressure backed off, and soon enough, the steady stream of cum dribbled down, like a simple waterhose now as the collected cream had no where to go but drool from the tight seal of their union. The beast dug his arm into the gold as if it were water, scooping his prize from the coin and holding her tightly to his chest. He rolled over into an exhausted heap, dragging her along with him, still impaled on his dick, to lay with her back across his chest. Her wrists, still tied to the weapon, followed along, being pulled by his strength against the tight hold the butt of the weapon had on the pile of gold, it would strain her arms but eventually the pole came loose, dragging with her as he pulled her from the pile. In another moment, the beast was fast asleep, cum drooling slowly from his bitch's hole, matting down the fur of his thighs.