The curse was not content with just one monster.
Mark or rather, the massive minotaur that had once been her husband stood at the foot of the bed, his enormous horse c**k throbbing in his clawed fist as he slowly stroked himself. Thick ropes of pre-c*m dripped steadily onto the wooden floor. His glowing amber eyes watched Sophie with dark, possessive hunger.
Sophie lay on her back, legs spread wide, her hyper-sensitive p***y drooling uncontrollably. Every tiny movement made her c**t throb painfully. She was soaked, her inner thighs shiny with her own slick.
“Mark… please…” she whimpered, voice trembling with desperate need. “I can’t take this anymore. My p***y… it’s aching so bad.”
The minotaur growled low. “The curse isn’t finished with you yet, wife. It wants to see how much your gre
