(Story is a sequel to [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bxr3sh/youd_be_done_with_this_dungeon_by_now_but_your/) Read it if you want. It’s not required)
“Why the hell won’t this thing die?!” Tank roared as he used his massive shield to protect himself from another brutal strike from the minotaur his group had encountered at the end of the dungeon they had spent the last few hours traversing.
Behind him, his wife, Mage, prepared another spell before casting a great ball of fire towards the beast’s chest. The dark boss room flared with bright, orange light which illuminated the magically sealed exit as well as the small mountain of treasure that the minotaur guarded.
The hulking beastman was almost eight feet tall and, while it wore no armor, it had easily shrugged off every bit of damage that the party had thrown at it. Mage had exhausted her most powerful spells while Hunter had loosed a volley of arrows, none of which had left any lasting impact on the monster’s thick hide. While Tank did his best to hold his position, Rogue held on to the minotaur’s horn and tried his best to avoid being thrown off its neck while repeatedly stabbing with one of his enchanted daggers.
This fight had dragged on for almost fifteen minutes now and, while the minotaur’s unwieldy attacks were simple to defend from, Tank was only kept on his feet by the steady flow of vitality that the blue-haired elfgirl, Cleric, provided him.
“Don’t ask me, boss,” Hunter said as he sent another barrage of arrows square into the centre of the monster’s chest. “I’ve hit its weak spot probably a hundred times by now. At this point, I don’t even know where all these arrows are coming from.”
Tank cursed under his breath before ordering the group to retreat. They had been successfully adventuring together for a few months at this point and this was the first boss they had been unable to defeat.
“Well thank the gods that thing is an idiot,” Rogue said as he righted himself after somersaulting out of the room. Behind him, the minotaur chased just to entrance before seemingly losing interest and returning to his natural state of idly pathing around the arena. “What the hell is with that thing? It’s like it’s immortal.”
“Hold on,” Hunter said. He reached into his pack and pulled the quest scroll from among his belongings. He unfurled the parchment slowly and inspected the details.
“What does it say?” Mage asked. Behind her, Cleric had inched ever so slowly towards Tank and had started tugging at his belt.
“Well,” Hunter responded, “Typical quest stuff. Didn’t read most of it because I assumed we just enter the dungeon and kill things until the end but…ah, here, it is, boss modifiers!”
He read to himself while the group waited impatiently. “Well,” Rogue said, breaking the silence, “what are they?”
“Huh…well first of all, the boss has a hundred percent chance of dropping bonus loot so that’s a good thing…”
“And…?” Mage asked.
“And,” Hunter continued, “It’s non-hostile; at least until its attacked first or someone touches its treasure.”
“Aaaannndddd?” Mage repeated herself, the frustration clear in the agitated tone of voice that she made no attempt at disguising.
“And, well,” Hunter hesitated, “yeah, it’s immortal.”
“Bullshit!” Tank grunted. “No such thing as an immortal monster. Let me see that!”
He snatched the scroll away from Hunter who seemed almost all-too-eager to let it go. Tank scanned the contents of the page while Rogue smacked Hunter up the back of his head. “You idiot! Don’t you think you should tell us before you get us stuck fighting an unkillable boss?”
Hunter replied just as fiercely. “I never read quest details,” he spat. “You know this!”
Meanwhile, Tank had finished reading the contents of the scroll and turned towards the group. “Aha,” he said, “here it is! The boss of the dungeon is immortal unless it has extinguished its mana by having sex.”
“You’re fucking with me,” Mage said. “It can’t be killed unless it’s just mated?”
“No,” Tank said, “not mated. Had sex.”
“What’s the difference?”
“It specifies anal sex. Can’t mate from anal sex.”
Mage paused as though dumbstruck. “Why?!” she shrieked. “That doesn’t even make sense!”
Tank shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “That’s what the scroll says.”
He offered the scroll to his wife who snatched the parchment from his hands. While she inspected it, Cleric spoke up for the first time since they had broken from combat. “Excuse me,” she said in he faux-innocent tone, “I’m out of man – “
“Bitch, if you touch my husband right now I will set you on fire. Try your best and believe me when I say that.” Mage finished reading the scroll and tossed it on the ground in disbelief. “I don’t believe this,” she said. “Who makes these fucking quests?”
The group collectively shrugged before they all turned to look at the minotaur who proudly strutted along his chosen path. As though synchronized, their eyes moved down its naked torso, past its midriff, and to its groin where it’s massive, flared, fourteen-inch cock swung between its muscular thighs.
“So,” Rogue says, “anyone see any female minotaur around here.”
“Oh,” Hunter said.
“Shut up,” Tank grumbled.
“…there were many in chains throughout the dungeon…”
“Shut up, shut up!”
“…friendly, desperate for help, even…”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
“…but our tank kept chain pulling and killed them all, if I recall correctly.”
“SHUT UP!” Tank roared, his voice loud enough to cause the stone around them to tremble. His face was flushed red with anger.
“He was trying to exhaust my mana,” Cleric giggled. Behind her, Mage pulled out the small dagger at her belt but was quickly restrained by Rogue.
“Wait,” Rogue said. “Cleric…”
Cleric looked up, noticing the other four members of the group were looking at her. “What?”
“You wouldn’t happen to, you know…”
Cleric was confused for a moment but it quickly dawned on her what Rogue was suggesting. “Oh no….no, no, no, no, no,” she said. “I suck cocks. I like sucking cocks. I don’t do butt stuff. I’m not taking that thing in my ass.”
The group fell silent once more until the three men all turned to mage. “What the hell?!” she shouted. “Why are you looking at me?”
“You do butt stuff,” Hunter said meekly.
“How do you know that? How the fu – “ she stopped mid-sentence and looked at her husband. “You piece of shit!”
“Honey,” Tank said, “I got drunk a few times and my tongue might have slipped once.”
“It was more than once,” Rogue said.
“It was every time, actually,” Hunter added.
“To be honest,” Cleric chimed in, “he even talks about it sometimes while I’m sucking his dick.” She walked towards mage and placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders. “I’ve only heard good things about your, uh…cavernous backside. I’m sure you can handle it.”
“No,” Mage said in disbelief. “No, this isn’t fair. Hunter, you do it!”
“No way,” Hunter snorted. “Nothing goes in my ass, lady.”
Mage turned to Rogue. “What about you, huh? What’s your excuse? You’re bisexual for crying out loud.”
“I’m saving myself for marriage,” Rogue said matter-of-factly. “I’m not like you sluts. My husband is going to be the first inside me, thank YOU very much!”
Mage turned and shot a venomous glance at her husband. “And you?”
“Babe,” Tank laughed nervously.
“Well? What’s all that muscle for, huh? Go take a beating.”
“Come on, honey. Break a blade on me all you want but my insides are as soft and tender as anyone else’s. Plus,” he added, whispering, “there’s no way I can take that…penis…uh, inside me.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said but what is it you told me? Just ‘relax the muscle’? Well go on then and relax your fucking muscle!”
Tank placed his hands together. “Honey,” he said, “please. At least give it a shot.”
Mage held her face in her hands for a few moments before they rocketed to her sides. “Fine,” she said. “Fine! You know what? I’ll do it. I hope to the gods this kills me because I am fed up with you idiots!”
The rest of the group placed their hands together, mimicking the gesture Tank had made as they bowed to Mage. “Thank you for your sacrifice!” they said in unison as Mage made her way towards the room.
“I’ll be sure to heal you when you’re done!” Cleric called out as Mage entered the room. The woman could see the elf giddily wrapping her arms around her husband’s wrist as she pressed her breasts against him. She was angry at that but would deal with the slutty little elf-bitch when if she survived this.
She walked towards the minotaur who continued its pathing without paying her any attention. She was confused as to how she was supposed to communicate with the creature. However fucked up the mechanics of this dungeon were, there had to be a way to get it done.
Deciding it best to give anything a try, she walked right up the creature and poked it in the arm. It turned to her without a word and looked down with large but intelligent eyes. “Hey,” she said. She thought for a moment about how Cleric would go about things and decided to simply come out and say it. “I’m really into anal sex and…”
Before she could get another word out, the minotaur wrapped its massive hand around her throat. Behind her, the group gasped collectively but, while Mage struggled, the minotaur gave no indication that it was going to hurt her further. Not in the traditional sense, at any rate.
The minotaur manhandled Mage, lifting her into the air before pinning her to the ground with her backside cocked in the air. Loud ripping filled the room as the muscular beastman easily tore the exquisite robes off her frame.
Mage shuddered as the monster’s hot breath washed over her nakedness. She had never been so vulnerable. Loud clattering echoed off the walls as the minotaur dropped his massive halberd to the ground. He sank into a low crouch and Mage could peek between her knees to see its stiffening cock basically dragging across the ground. The minotaur seemed not to be disturbed by its prick coming into contact with the stone, which could only mean it wasn’t very sensitive and that spelled trouble for the human woman whose rear end was tasked with bringing it to orgasm.
The minotaur opened its mouth and licked Mage’s lower back. His tongue was warm and bumpy – longer and thicker than any human penis she had ever experienced. She had just thought to herself that it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation to be licked by the minotaur when it unceremoniously shoved its tongue up her asshole.
She scratched at the ground and grunted loudly as the creature licked the inside of her colon. Her asshole quivered and clenched but the spongy tissue only persisted in snaking its way into her guts until she swore she could feel it licking the back of her navel. “My…fucking…gods…” she moaned as she arched her back so that her backside was pressed against the monster’s mouth. It tongued her ass for several minutes before slowly pulling out with a sensation that made her feel like it was going to bring half a foot of her innards along with it.
Mage barely had time to breathe when she felt the flared tip of the minotaur’s cock being pressed against her loosened anus. “Wait, wait, wait,” she protested, “that’s not going to fit!”
She was immediately proven wrong when the cock was savagely driven to depths only a monster’s tongue had gone before, and then well beyond. Mage knew of stories where idle gods would bestow humans the strength needed to perform heroic feats. Whatever god watched over her now and allowed her slender frame to accommodate the gargantuan, bestial cock that barrelled into her guts must have been the most perverted of them all.
She gritted her teeth as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. The minotaur grabbed her hips and held her steady as he slid his cock in and out, each time his flared crown would grip and massage her insides until she felt like nothing more than a fleshy cocksleeve around his prick.
When he was done burying himself in her ass, Mage felt as though she had been fisted, forearmed, elbowed, and shouldered all in one go. She could feel her stomach distend as the monster’s massive member morphed her midsection, leaving her midriff misshapen and malformed.
The bulging of her stomach was somehow less shameful than the lewd squelching that came from her gaping asshole as the seemingly ceaseless flow of precum that leaked from the minotaur’s tip to facilitate the fucking spilled out to mix with Mage’s own dripping wetness.
Mage grunted and tried to prop herself up on her arms, only for the minotaur to pin her to the ground. She cried out as it slammed its hips into her again, and again, and again, until it rammed her with steady pace. She moaned and coughed while the creature devastated her asshole and, despite her best efforts, she came hard. Her climax was loud, louder than she was at the height of her anger and to top things off, she squirted shamelessly all over the cold, stone floor.
The minotaur bellowed, its breathe thick and steamy as it proceeded to sow its seed impotently inside Mage’s guts.
“Damn,” Hunter said as he covered his mouth.
“Goddamn,” Rogue said. He had covered his eyes with his hands but couldn’t help but peek through his fingers in curious disgust.
Behind them, Tank moaned loudly and held his hand to the back of Cleric’s head who had just noisily swallowed another load of thick cum after having been greedily sucking on his cock the entire time.
After what seemed like half an hour of relentless pounding, the minotaur finally orgasmed. It plunged its cock balls deep into Mage’s ass and let out a massive load of monster jizz that made her belly swell until he was satisfied enough to pull his cock out of her. When the monster’s prick slid out of her ass with an audible ‘pop’, it released a torrent of slimy monster cum that flowed out of the woman’s hollowed-out guts.
The monster breathed a contented sigh for only a moment before a dagger burst through its chest, followed seconds later by a volley of arrows being buried in its chest. The creature leaned backwards and exclaimed in a voice labored by pain, “Awaken…my masters…”
“We did it!” Rogue and Hunter yelled as they high-fived each other. While they celebrated, the minotaur froze in place before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Where it had been only a few seconds before, a small number of rings, necklaces, and trinkets fell to floor.
“Neat,” Rogue said, “loot!”
Tank approached his wife who was still on the ground in a state of delirious bliss. “This doesn’t mean,” she coughed, “that I’m not mad at you for letting that elf slut suck your cock all the time.”
Cleric peeked from behind Tank’s back, her ears drooping even as a smug, devilish grin spread over her face. “Someone’s a masochistic butt-slut,” she said in a singsong voice.
Mage was not amused. “Shut the fuck up,” she groaned as she tried to stand up. She was more ashamed than angry, but no one could deny that she was the one who won the day. “Hurry up and heal me. And I want most of the loot.”
Behind her, Rogue and Hunter seemed dejected but neither of them was willing to contest her claim.
The party spent several minutes splitting the loot, most went to Mage who was now annoyed by Cleric’s constant teasing.
“What do you think the minotaur meant by what he said before he died?” Hunter asked. The exit to the dungeon unlocked and the group was on its way out.
“Beats me,” Rogue asked. “Probably a reference to something stupid. It was a monster.”
Hunter was about to respond when he tripped over an errant stone on the pathway. He caught himself by placing his hand on the wall which sunk as he came into contact with a hidden panel. The stone beside them shifted as a secret door was revealed which led to another, larger cavern.
Inside was a trove of treasure that was even more impressive than the one they had just looted. There were mountains of gold, rubies, and exquisite gear of the highest quality. What they couldn’t use would certainly sell well or even be broken down into useful crafting materials.
Alongside the treasure were two guardians: a pair of minotaur, similar to the one they had just defeated, only twice as large and with monstrous cocks that were even more terrifying to behold.
“Oooh,” Cleric said. “Secret bosses. And it’s a twofer!”
Tank pulled the quest scroll from his pocket and turned it over to inspect the details of the encounter. “Ah, honey,” he said, “We can just kill the – “
“LEAVE IT TO ME!” Mage shrieked as she dropped the tattered robe she had wrapped around her shoulders. As the two pairs of massive, hairy hands took hold of her shoulders and they positioned to absolutely destroy her holes, Cleric could have sworn her elf ears heard the human woman mutter under her breath, “This’ll show you to let some elf bitch suck your cock, you piece of shit.”
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