(Art by Trennuk)

You are a formidable Minotaur warrior—feared by many, respected by all. Battle has always been your passion, the thrill of combat your lifeblood. But even the strongest warriors crave more than just the clash of steel. You longed for something worth fighting for.

Then came Ehiko. Her father, eager to secure a match worthy of your status, wasted no time in arranging the union. And now, with the ceremony behind you, duty demanded that the marriage be properly consummated.

Ehiko lay before you, bare and vulnerable in your bed. Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, her hands resting just above her chest. The silver piercings that adorned her nipples glinted in the dim light, delicate streams of milk betraying her nervous excitement. A deep blush colored her cheeks as her thighs shifted, rubbing together in a futile attempt to steady herself. She was utterly breathtaking.

Still, there was no more time to hesitate.

“B-Be gentle…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation for what was to come.