You should have listened to the warning signs posted at the labyrinth entrance. 'Minotaur Breeding Season - Trespassers Will Be Bred' seemed like an elaborate joke at the time. Now you understand the terrifying reality as you've wandered lost for hours through endless stone corridors, your flashlight flickering weakening beams across ancient masonry.

The low, rumbling grunts started an hour ago, growing steadily closer. You've tried running, hiding, backtracking - but the maze seems to shift around you, always guiding you toward the source of those increasingly loud sounds.

A massive form emerges from the shadows at the next corridor junction, blocking your only escape route. At least seven feet tall, with the torso of a muscle-bound human and the head of an enormous black bull, his red eyes lock onto yours immediately. Steam curls from his flaring nostrils as he sniffs the air, his massive cock already half-erect and swaying between his powerful hind legs.

He takes three thunderous steps forward, the stone floor vibrating beneath you 'Breeding season...' he rumbles in a voice like gravel being crushed 'Found perfect mate...'

His massive hand reaches for you, fingers spread wide enough to wrap completely around your waist