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minotaurs.
    The
tape was still there. The sun had begun to set as she battled her way
through the maze and she was close to the end of it, she could see
the glimmer of the sea beyond the dense branches when she heard a low
bellow. Turning back she saw Minos and Asterion, as well as several
others. They were standing in the maze and their cocks were hard,
sticking out from their bodies at extreme angles. Her breath caught.
    They
didn’t move toward her and she stood there, waiting. Long
moments passed and she turned away. The bellow came again and she
heard the sadness that tinged it, and the heated longing.
    “ You
won’t stop me, will you?” Her voice was low but they all
heard it. “You can’t stop me if I leave the maze. The
branches she held in her hand had thorns and they pricked her
fingers. Beyond the maze she could see Higgins and Gabriel heading
for the boat, the sun was setting and they looked so ordinary, so
boring. She turned back to the Minotaurs and a grin crossed her lips
as she pulled the promise ring from her finger and tossed it to the
earth.
    “ You
better know what you’re in for,” she said as she walked
back toward them. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted
to be fucked so badly in all my life.”
    Two
of the minotaurs grinned at each other and the sun sparked off of
their horns. “Are you ready to do all that I desire?” she
asked sweetly, as she walked past them, her curvy ass swaying. Behind
her she heard the clash of their bodies and grinned. It was going to
be a long night.

Sacrificial
Lamb: Virgin Breeding Erotica
Sacrificial Lamb: Virgin Offering: Virgin
Breeding © 2013, Lexi Lane

From
a distance the village wore a sleepy prosperous look. Fat sheep
dotted the green hills that sloped gently to the river and the houses
were all well built from stone. There was a baker, miller and tailor
as well as a blacksmith. The stalls of the open air market were not
crudely leaning things, they were built of timber and river rock and
while the market was closed the alleys in and out of it were clean
and bright.
    Up
close things began to take on a new perspective. Many of the houses
had their doors and windows closed tightly, many had a large X on the
doors, painted there with river mud. The cows in the pens were
skinny, their ribs sticking out, and the shops were all tightly
shuttered.
    No
people walked the streets despite it being close to noon. A sweetly
stinking cloud of incense that couldn’t mask the odor of
illness and death hung over everything. The tavern sat empty but the
town square was populated. Roughly a hundred people, most of them
pale and haggard, stood about in frightened clumps. A man in robes of
colorful purple material climbed onto the tiny platform and faced the
crowd. His round face did not bear the stamp of illness but held a
feverish expression nonetheless.
    “ This
plague has been brought down upon us because we have angered the
gods!”
    A
murmur went through the crowd. They had all suspected as much, to
hear it from their head priest was to have their suspicions
vindicated. They looked at each other, each wondering what his
neighbor could have done to bring such a terrifying consequence down
upon their heads.
    “ We
have to appease them!”
    More
murmurs. The faces of those in the crowd took on slightly sly
expressions as they began to count in their heads how many sheep, how
much grain they had hidden in their homes. Each one began to wonder
how they could make a large showing without actually sacrificing more
than they could afford.
    The
priest waved his arms over his head as he began to invoke prayers and
praises to the gods. The crowd followed along and soon the sunlit air
was split by wails of remorse and cries of piety. People shed their
clothes and danced furiously, their feet kicking tiny clods of grass
aside, leaving muddy places behind.
    The
lamentations and praises shot upward, startling a flock of black
birds, the birds raced off with raucous cries, their