Why does the Ikea Labyrinth have a Minotaur? [M Minotaur on F Human]

Erin was in consumer hell wandering the maze-like furniture store, trying to avoid the bulk of the crowds. Hell was intentionally disorienting, the living rooms ran into the kitchens ran into the bedrooms and then back into the kitchens gain. At the very least it wasn't an American hell, but an imported one, and a bit of capitalism's sharp sting was lost in translation.

The only thing she needed was a coffee table, but a small one that would fit in her bedroom. Would that be an end table instead? It had already taken an hour to drive outside the city. She reached up and drew her hair back again, dirty blonde that always seemed to get into her face, and wrapped it back up again in the fraying hair tie.

"Hello ma'am could I help you?" asked some kid at least ten years her junior in an offensively blue polo shirt.

"No. No, you can't help me."

"Well, may you be found by someone who can." The pock-faced wageworker said hopefully. Why did it sound like a curse?

Erin shook her head and tumbled through one of the secret passages, trying to catch her breath. The employee took the hint and didn't follow her. Erin buried her face in the fake hide rugs, inhaling deep. There was an almost musky smell to this place, not the usual smell of sweat and plasterboard, something like hide.

She drew her face back in shock and looked down to the tag. The fake hide rugs weren't fake.

Erin struggled to breath and finally started to run. Pushing past customers, she stumbled forward and slammed into what could only have been a large man, towering over her.

It was like running into a slab of beef. Erin couldn't get the scent of musty hide out of her mind. "Sorry!" She insisted, wiping tears from her eyes as she twisted away.

"Is okay." Boomed the large man.

Men weren't what she needed right now. Just a quiet place to refocus, a place without crowds. She rushed through near blindly, through the children's section, then to what might have been home office, or was it home theater? The whole time, there was a slow crashing sound. It must have been some sort of machinery, rhythmic and moving ever closer.

Thud. The sound wasn't mechanical at all. She curled up on the bed, one that was surprisingly comfortable and no less than five syllables trying to hide from the moment, trying to hide from what she was sure to be an awkward conversation.

Thud. Thud. The smell of hide was inescapable now. Even with her eyes closed, Erin could feel the lights flicker, that laboratory warm glow of fluorescence no longer pushing past her eyelids. She was here, alone in the labyrinth cast in darkness.

She felt a spike of fear. Erin herself was a slight woman, skinny, without much muscle to speak of. She was there in her jeans, a white blouse and sensible flats. She had lost her purse three departments ago. Erin slipped her hand into a tiny pocket, drawing a spare house key. It wasn’t much, but if she had to, she could jab it into someone’s eye.

The fear wasn’t unwarranted. She was not alone, warm flesh, soft and yielding, hidden behind a lattice of callouses dragged across her face. Erin drew breath in sharply, not yet wanting to open her eyes. She was being pet by fingers, though fingers far too large, so thick around that when she reached her hands up to try and grasp, she could barely wrap her whole hand around a single one of them.

"What are you?" She asked. She had meant to ask what he was doing. Or what he was doing here. But his strangeness was impossible to ignore, as was his maleness. That smell of warm hide run through now with something else. A very sexual hunger. One that Erin normally would have found repulsive, but even now, after the fatigue of the day, she felt a pang for deep in her stomach.

"Lordagsgodkar" A deep voice rumbled out, in a vaguely foreign accent. "Is your first time at Ikea?" He would ask, tracing one of those large fingers down along her jaw, slightly tilting her face up, so that she was looking towards him, even while Erin kept her eyes firmly shut.

"All will be well." He said in a rumble-purr, tracing the pad of his finger down along her throat past Erins' clavicles, and down Erin's chest, calloused flesh catching on Erin's cheap white blouse, and her bra beneath, slowly dragging it down against her chest.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked opening her eyes, in the gloom of flickering Glimma candles she finally saw him, the towering hunk of manflesh she had bounced off before. Large horns curved out from his skull, her first impression a demon to firmly place her in hell, but they were more bovine.

His eyes were kind. His entire face that of bull, cow-hide running down into a man's flesh, fur and chest hair blending to where no seam could be clearly seen.

"You carry demons with you. Damning yourself for every imagined sin. This is no hell. Just a labyrinth." The minotaur wrapped up Erin's entire slight form in a single hand, lifting her with ease and carrying her through the bedrooms department. "This one is much more comfortable." He said, placing her down on a piece of heaven with a down comforter.

Erin kicked her feet, not trying to escape, but trying to reach for the ground, her flats slipping off and tumbling along the carpet.

"You don't know me, I don't know you! What should I even call you?" She asked, breathing heavily, almost instinctively parting her legs as he laid her out on the bed.

"You can call me Lord for short." He said with a chuckle. "Look down." Erin gulped and finally did, seeing where Lord's abdomen started to become more bestial again, that furred hide leading at last to a dark sheath... and from it fully extended was what should have been a nightmare, something Erin had only seen before in nature documentaries. Though, had they ever been so large? Had they ever smelled so right? This had been the smell that had been following her the last half hour, that had been worming through her mind. That she had been running towards unwittingly.

That flared tip pressed against her belly, pushing her shirt up, impossibly warm and impossible to ignore, Erin could feel it dragging upwards, leaving a smear of precum behind across her belly, across her chest, soaking through her shirt as Lord slowly dragged that cock along her.

"Most guests are confused by the labyrinth." Lord helpfully explained while pushing up between Erin's slight breasts, leaving her speechless. "The necessity of a labyrinth in a furniture store aside, the labyrinth is not a place of punishment, or even imprisonment." Erin blinked, not understanding at all, starting down into that flared tip of the cock, the whole monstrous thing seemingly as long as her torso, if not even longer. She brought her arms up mesmerized, wrapping them about her Lord's cock, holding tight, trying to give just that much more stimulation.

The cock seemed to wink at her, and so she extended her tongue out, tracing along the cockslit, tasting that salty forbidden fluid, like an immediate high to her brain. "I..." She tried to say before lapping again.

"It is an act of pilgrimage, in symbol and in act. To walk to the center, to trace the steps of those who came before. To find yourself at journey's end."

Erin blinked, looking up from that cock, confused. "Do you always talk?" She asked before pressing her face against that tip, eagerly smothering herself in that ever flowing precum, thicker and richer than any of the few men she had been with.

"Yes. It gets lonely." Lord said with a sigh. "But we can talk more after your ache is cured." He said, petting her once again with that large hand, smearing precum through her hair, her hair tie now thoroughly lost somewhere in the showroom.

Lord raised himself back, his cock still rigid pressing up against Erin's cum-soaked blouse, before finally ripping through the weakened fabric, leaving a few scraps of fabric along his cock, little trophies that he would have to pick clean after. He brought his hand around underneath Erin, fumbling with the clasps of Erin’s striped bra, finally just ripping the band apart and tugging the bra off of her, casting it off to land on a shark plushie. “You deserve better.”

He reached down clumsily, fooling with the front of Erin's jeans, unable to unbuckle them, he ended up just ripping the crotch open before starting to tug the jeans down, before finally tossing them off of her legs and into a basket of decorative pillows.

He inhaled and caught a scent of her arousal, a sharp note in her pervading musk, and nodded. "Good, you are ready to begin." He said, pulling free her striped panties as well, tearing them further, before bringing them up to his face, and finally tossing them into his mouth, giving him something to chew on for what came next.

"Be careful with me?" Erin squeaked out in a gasp, unable to deny her desire to get run through by the massive bull, to utterly surrender herself to her new Lord.

"I'll try." Lord drew his cock back slowly down Erin's body, before slipping that flared head between her thighs, forcing them even wider around the minotaur's girth. He dragged the blunted tip of his cock against Erin's labia, smearing her with precum, even as she anointed him in turn with her own flowing arousal, making for an already frothing mixture between the two of them.

Erin felt him drag across her flesh, her petals reaching out as if to pet, or simply be dragged along his blunted tip, feeling the ridge of the cock dragging along her thighs, her clit engorged slowly pressing back against Lord's hungers.

Finally, Lord would start to push, stretching Erin's labia wide, and then wider still, forcing her open to accommodate his sheer girth as she choked on her words, struggled to stay conscious during that initial penetration, while painful, it felt like his engorged cock tapped into the very core of her. With a scream, her first orgasm was drawn out of her at the moment of initial penetration, finally stretched wide around the head of his cock.

Her entire body was on fire, the pain only highlighting the pleasure further as that massive organ slowly pushed inside of her, taking her like no cock had taken her before, leaving her legs twitching and spasming to try and understand the feelings fucked into her.

Lord was as gentle as he could be with his size, pushing until he met the resistance of Erin's womb, her cervix yet refusing to budge and surrender. "This is going to sting." Lord warned her, petting her face slowly, holding her jaw up to look at him with a thumb. "Hold on." He said, lowering his head down.

Erin gulped, reaching her hands up to grab hold of Lord's horns, unable to grip near the base, having to hold onto the tapered tips. "...ready." she gulped out, knowing but still unable to comprehend what was coming.

"Good girl." Lord told her before starting to buck his hips, pushing against that barrier inside of Erin. It seemed unyielding at first, each strike laced through with pain, though at this point Erin's mind was swimming in a storm of pleasure, each strike of pain only the lightning that lit the night.

"Yessss...." She hissed crying out, reaching her legs up to try and hook her bare feet on Lord's hips and bend her knees, to impale herself upon her Lord's cock, to make his fucking of her ever easier, to give her that overwhelming sensation and relief from today's shopping experience.

Lord grunted and growled, visible steam exiting his nose as he macerated her panties. He thrust, and thrust again, and finally he thrust through, breaking and remaking Erin's very core, and fucking his cock through and into her womb.

Erin's eyes rolled back as she screamed out, orgasming yet again. Lord's cock pushing deep enough inside of her that it felt like he was fucking his way through to her very soul, each thrust of that massive member a more important tempo than the beating of her heart. Now pried open, Lord was free to fuck her, taking long gentle thrusts at first, slowly working Erin open, training her to accept this obscenity. "More." She would beg the moment she had her voice back.

"The customer is always right..." Roared out Lord, finally hilting himself deep inside of Erin, each full thrust bulging out her belly obscenely, to the point his ridge could be made out pressed up against her skin. With each full deep thrust, he could feel the beating of her heart, the desperate hunger for him, her need for exactly what he was doing to her.

Finally, he let out a bellow, echoing through the bedrooms department as he reached his own orgasm, his massive sack twisting slowly, even as it smacked against Erin's raised ass. Lord pushed over the edge, and the torrent spilled out, his cock seeming to grow thicker still until it poured out deep into Erin's womb, stretching her wide around his issue as he fucked her pregnant, or at the very least rounded her belly out with his issue.

Erin screamed out again, her third orgasm of the night, or was it the fifth? One moment of pleasure had spilled over into another and another still, and as she was now, well fucked, bloated, impaled, everything for the first time in her life felt right. "I needed that... I have needed that for years."

"You did well." Lord said, gathering Erin up in a hand and lifting her up off the bed still impaled, leaving her clinging to his chest as he walked about slowly, each step churning the cumload inside the woman and leaking it across the showroom floor.

"You hungry?" Lord would ask. "We have meatballs." He said, slowly striding towards the café.

"I'm vegan." Erin choked out.

"You could have fooled me."