The young woman took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She had been in the dungeon for what felt like an eternity, serving creature after creature with no reprieve. But the Minotaur was the worst of all. His cock was a thick as a tree trunk and just as rough, with a pungent scent that made her stomach turn. Her name was Lydia, but in this dungeon she was simply known as ‘The Mouth’, because it was her only opening capable of accommodating the monstrous size of the creatures that roamed the area.
