She was ready for the rest when her monthly flow did not start but within a day was wishing that she could again couple with the ten. Two of the ten had proven to be very adept at stoking the fire that burned within her during the mating.

"Mother, do you have need of the ten during each month?"

"Yes, you must not chose only a few of the ten but make all welcome in your chamber. There is one that I find quite pleasant though.

The priestess will schedule your monthly activities. You will be the absolute ruler in all things other than your personal life."

"What about the consort?"

"His duties allow us to be together only two or three times a year. The priestess must be aware and present when with the consort."

"Why?"

"They are charged with determining linage in order to prevent the madness."

"Do you love any of the ten or the consort."

"It is not a word used by the Queen."

"That is not an answer."

"It will have to do.

On your assent, the duties of my consort will change and I look forward to more time with him. I think it will mean the ten will no longer be needed and will go away."

The day of her birthday arrived preceded by two days of public acclimation and honors by her future subject.

This day was reserved for the private celebrations restricted to the royal family and a few select subjects. It was a day of activity as she must make sure that all the family was loyal to her future role as queen. She practiced her diplomacy with skill and verve, winning over any doubters to her side.

Three hours before sunset, she was taken away from the celebration, bathed, perfumed, coifed and dressed in a simple smock without any underclothes.

On her return to the castle ballroom, all fell quiet as the priestess intoned the prayers that told of her duties to mate with the Minotaur and to bear his spawn in order that the kingdom could be assured a secure, prosperous and peaceful future.

She was then anointed and drank the special potion that would help her during the mating.

The two priestess and her royal handmaidens then escorted her to the entrance to labyrinth below the castle. At the entrance, the handmaidens stepped aside as the guards opened the portal and motioned the two priestess and the Royal Princess to enter.

Candles lighted the narrow damp passages that branched frequently but the two priestess proceeded without fear and seemingly knowing their destination.

After numerous turns, they arrived at a large open chamber. The chamber was richly furnished with intricate draperies covering the walls, the floor was of polished stone, gleaming in the bright candle light. Tables occupied one side of the chamber with the now familiar basins of water, sponges, towels, flask of drinks and fruit.

The 'chair' occupied a central position. It was richly furnished with soft padding covered with a fine woven material in the royal colors. There were no mirrors as there was in her mating chamber.

She was given another potion from a flask and as she consumed it could feel the now welcome fire starting to burn in her groin.

She was then led to the chair where the simple robe was removed leaving her standing nude in the cool chamber. When directed, she mounted the chair and when comfortable, was strapped to the chair at her shoulders, waist and legs. The straps were of a soft material that seemed to have a slight stretch. They did not bind but did restrain.

The priestess then moved to the table and prepared a small sponge by soaking it in a small cup of liquid. On her return to the chair, the Royal Princess felt her labia being spread and the warm sponge carefully inserted deep within her vagina. She knew not it purpose but such was her faith in the now familiar priestess that she did not question the preparations.

Her pubic area was then bathed and perfumed and a liquid applied to the inner folds. The liquid caused her labia to feel very warm. The warmth plus the effects of the potion caused a copious flow from her opening. The priestess made no attempt to stop or clean the warm flow that poured down her legs but stepped to the drapery and disappeared from sight.

Within a minute she heard a distant gong and knew instinctively that it was a summons to the Minotaur.

She had not long to wait. Her first awareness that her time was approaching was a cool breeze that wafted gently through the chamber, cooling somewhat the warmth in her exposed and engorged labia. She then heard the sound of cloven feet slowly approaching the chair. A shadow progressed across the floor and onto the drapery. It shadowed the Minotaur, a head of the bull on a body of a man with cloven feet. The body appeared well shaped, firm and very strong. The shadow did not indicate the presence of a penis so she dropped her head looking back between her spread legs.

She gasped when she saw the rampant penis and the large scrotum. The penis was at least three hands in length if not four and so large in girth that she knew she could not encompass it with her hands. The head was large with the helmeted shape showing clearly through the foreskin.

The eye of the head was awash with what she now knew was the pre emissions of the aroused male. The erect penis stood almost straight up with the head just below the breast on the well developed body. The hips were slender, the legs showing the flow of muscles that supported the beast.

The beast stepped closer and bent over her buttocks giving her a view of the penis almost straight on. She could spell the pre-emissions.

She jumped within the limits imposed by the restraints when a raspy tongue slowly washed across her womanhood, coating her with it's moisture and generating an intense orgasm that wracked her body as the tongue moved onto and lingered on her nub. The heat was intense, causing her to gasp loudly at the pleasure coursing through her body. The tongue retraced it's path at least three times each time intensifying the pleasurable agony of anticipation.

She watched the shadow of the Minotaur as it slowly straightened, the penis again in full view.

She felt the hands start a caress of her legs, working on the inner thighs and progressing to the junction with her genitals. The hands then moved over her smooth buttocks to her waist and back down her hips.

The shadow showed the Minotaur bending again and she felt the warm breath on her rosebud.

When the tongue touched her there and again jumped.

She then felt the hands again on her genitals, a large finger entered her and withdrew. She jumped again when the finger, now slippery with her juices, began an assault on her rosebud, slowly forcing it way into her rear. This was a brand new sensation, not objectionable, somewhat exciting.

The finger, explored her rectum and then slowly withdrew.

She then felt the chair slowly descend a short distance till she could see only the tight scrotum in her view. She quickly looked to the shadow on the floor, observing a hand grasp the huge penis, straightening it, the beast upper body bending somewhat.

She felt a sudden pressure as the head locked onto her opening. The pressure increased, growing, demanding, not to be denied and then a sudden relief as the penis gained lodgment, the head entering her stretched vaginal opening, filling her with a overwhelming since of fullness, triggering another orgasm of such intensity as to cause a convulsion through out her body.

The pressure suddenly increased again, the member slowly pushing into her hot, slippery vagina, pulling the inner labia and maybe the outer as well into her as it relentlessly advanced. She felt the pressure build within her bladder, her lower body moving to accommodate this glorious, exciting yet soothing monster. It touched her cervix and stopped.

A quick glance showed the now tighter scrotum still some distance from her rear.

The monster slowly started to retreat, pulling her insides out, she could feel the labia again meet the air. It stopped with the fleshy large head just barely captured within her.

The Minotaur then began a fluid stroking and between her legs she saw the seed sacks slowly draw near on each stroke until finally the they rested against her widely spread genitals, rubbing her nub, generating a pleasure so intense that her body was again racked with pleasure, fluid running from her, coating the balls, filling the air with a beautiful odor.

She could hardly breath, such was the pressure within.

She felt the hands caressing her buttocks, slipping around her trim thighs to worm between the ball sack and her nub, holding her for a few moments before moving outward to grasp her hips where the legs formed the angle with her torso. The Minotaur then began stroking, fully withdrawing, sucking the breath into her lungs and then driving back into her, forcing a rapid expulsion of breath.

The frequency increased, causing her to pant, warming her vagina to a high heat consuming her lower abdomen, generating repeated orgasms, each more powerful until she fainted.

She came back with her body being slammed back and forth against the soft restraints as powerful strokes quickly drove her to another orgasm.

She gasped as there was a sudden, powerful full depth stroke and a clinching of the hands on her hips, the ball sack snapping against her nub in an almost painful way. She felt the penis grow within her and the sudden flood of hot seed further distending her stomach. The hot wash continuing until her body was on fire.

The penis remained within her for a full minute but slowly deflating somewhat. It then began a slow, hesitant withdrawal, hot semen and body fluids washing her nub, dripping, no splashing, to the floor, washing her thighs with fire.

The head popped from her vagina followed by a large splash of semen on the floor between her spread legs. He vaginal opening cooling in the air of the chamber as it struggled to close.

The Minotaur, turned and left the chamber as the priestess re-appeared, hurrying to the chair, releasing the restraints but holding her in position with their hands. She felt finger probing her gaping hole, withdrawing the sponge along with gobs of semen.

When she was finally washed and cleaned, she saw another sponge being prepared and felt it being tenderly inserted within her. Dared she hope?

When the floor was cleaned, she was raised from the chair and escorted through the drapery to an anti chamber occupied by a small bed. She was assisted onto the bed and her entire body washed in perfumed water.

She was offered a container of water to drink and a small amount of fruit and after a small rest period, was assisted in raising from the bed and with a priestess on each arm led to another anti-chamber where she was able to relieve the pressure in her bladder and bowels.

She was again cleaned and with difficulty lead from the anti-chamber, her groin sore, her tendons in her upper thighs stiff and hurting, her vaginal opening still exposing her to the air on each hesitant step.

She was led from the anti-chamber past the chamber with the bed and into the main chamber.

She almost cried when the priestess moved her to the central chair, cried not with fear or pain, but with anticipation again building within. She was again placed on the chair, the restraint again tightened. Her genitals, both external and internal were bathed with a soothing, warm oil, a small basin held between her legs to catch the outflow.

"You will not have a potion to assist you." whispered a priestess as both turned and exited the main chamber.

The gong sounded again, a cooling breeze wafted through the chamber, carrying the sound of cloven hooves approaching.

The Minotaur approached as before but this time her attention wandered to the shape of the hooves as he strode towards her exposed rear. The hooves did not look natural in the brief glimpse.

The Minotaur stopped behind her, the ball sack as tight as before, the penis standing proud.

She felt a tender caress on her buttocks and then without hesitating, the penis was bent to her still gaping hole. The pressure mounted and when the head again popped into her, a powerful slow stroke buried it to the hilt, the ball sack slapping against her in a familiar, pleasing manner.

Hands grabbed her hips and without the slightest hesitation, long powerful strokes drove repeatedly to the base of her being, slapping her buttocks and nub on each in-stroke, sucking breath into her on each out-


stroke. Her tender muscles protested but could not subdue the fire again building within her, the body responding, the vagina flooding with her fluids, mixing with the oil in which it had been bathed.

She concentrated on the power of the strokes, the fullness, the fluttering of her body. She closed her eyes, letting the feelings build until they spilled over generating an orgasm so powerful that her abused body momentarily shut down, starving her for oxygen, causing her to briefly pass out.

Coming back she opened her eyes watching the fluid coated ball sack slap into her mound, the hands gripping her hips, pulling her tighter as the flood of semen again erupted within, semen squirting from her, splashing against the ball sack, flowing down her legs, creeping over her mound, dripping to the floor.

When the spurting subsided, there was a slow withdrawal, semen again flooding from her as the head came out. There was a pause and then a hand reappeared, grasping the penis, aiming the penis, sudden pressure, insertion, a slow, tender stroke until it bottomed out, a hand reaching to her head, a soft caress of her cheek and then a sudden withdrawal. The Minotaur turning, walking from the chamber. Was that a scar above the right knee, a familiar star shaped scar?

The priestess, now accompanied by two other priestess, entered the chamber with a litter. The Royal Princess was unstrapped, lifted from the chair and placed on the litter. The four priestess quickly lifted the litter and wormed their way through tie drapery, hurrying through the labyrinth.

She closed her eyes and drifted into a fitful slumber.

She awakened when the litter was lifted and placed on a table. Glancing around she saw she was in the castle ballroom, the morning sun peaking through the windows. The Queen standing beside her.

The priestess quickly grasped her legs, spreading them, shoving the knees against her breast, exposing her to the room, caked semen coating her legs, semen that had drained from her red, gaping hole pooled between the reddened cheeks of her bottom. She heard the intake of breath as the assembled royal family noted the evidence that she had indeed fulfilled her duty.

She awoke again in her private chamber. Soreness coursing through her, tempered with memories that would never fade.

"Welcome back daughter, I am so proud of you."

"Mother, I, aaa, is father, aaa, your consort the Minotaur?"

"Yes dear, just as your consort will assume those duties upon leaving your wedding bed."

"Are all consorts as big as father."

"Yes dear, they are chosen for their size and stamina."

"Ten may not be enough if I have to wait 18 years to have the consort all to myself, may I borrow father, uh, your consort, on occasion."

"Yes dear, if the priestess approve.

Now get some rest, your coronation and wedding night await."