The Minotaur Breeders

By Grace Vilmont

Tanja is a captured warrior humiliated for the amusement of the crown prince and his sadistic consort. She refuses to give in to her captors and sees the only way for her escape is to form an intimate bond with another of the crown prince’s captives—a wild, untamed minotaur who has also captured the eye of the crown prince’s consort.

This is a 13,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features human sex with minotaurs, impregnation, graphic sex, lesbian sex, sex between different fantasy monsters, BDSM, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

She looked away from him, trying to ignore him. The prince walked over and toed her lightly in the ribs. When she moved away her small breasts swayed pleasantly to his eye.

He tilted his head to the side and inspected her once again. “You could have been a beauty if not for those ugly scars. And the broken nose. Of course the tattoos don’t help. And the nose ring.” He giggled because he realized all of those marks on her body were because of him. He had directly ordered the ring and the tattoos. The nose and scars were undoubtedly because she was fighting against the armies that he had commanded.

Tanja looked around. The consort was missing. The minotaur was missing. Her mind began to race with the possibilities. “Where is your lover?”

“Oh, she’s not needed for this. It might amuse her, but she has other important matter to attend.” He unbuttoned his gray breeches. If she had been a common whore or a girl that had caught his fancy, he would have forced himself upon her, but he couldn’t risk that with Tanja. Undoubtedly she’d try something incredibly foolish. He wanted to change her mind about him. That was more difficult than one would imagine. She was too resigned to what was about to happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Dec 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311463760

Grace Vilmont

Grace Vilmont likes the more bizarre aspects of human—and nonhuman—sexuality. Much to her own surprise she is married and living in suburbia pretending to live a normal life while the best parts of her life only exists in her mind.

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The Minotaur Breeders

By Grace Vilmont

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Chapter One

The throne room of the palace was beautiful: stained glass windows with scenes from epic poems, tiled marble floors, soaring columns, a wide open space for all the commoners, and a high dais for the king’s elaborate throne. Right next to the ornate oak throne covered with velvet cushions was a smaller seat for the king’s companion. Over the years the second chair had been occupied by queens, princesses, consorts, and mistresses. Today the throne wasn’t occupied by the king; currently it seated the king’s son, the crown prince. The king was too old and feeble to rule the kingdom. The prince ruled in every aspect but name. The companion’s throne currently held the prince’s consort.

The perfect beauty of the throne room was marred only by the cage made of iron bars. It was a prisoner’s cage and it was intentionally placed in the corner of the throne room to disfigure the beauty. How else could those in attendance know they were within the most beautiful room in the kingdom if there wasn’t an object to contract with that beauty?

The cage was a little more than six feet tall and barely wide enough to hold a muscular man. It was a humiliation cage where a prisoner particularly offensive to the king would be held until the king grew bored of the prisoner’s suffering and had him executed. A lucky few prisoners were just sent to the dungeons to be tortured and forgotten. Today the cage wasn’t occupied by a traitor to the throne or an old enemy brought to heel. Today the cage was occupied by a woman whose hands were bound and a collar around her neck held her in place.

She might once have been beautiful. Instead of luxuriating with the nobility she had seen too much time on the battlefields of the north. Her body was scarred, her nose had been broken at one point and healed crooked. Her arms and legs were too muscular to be considered shapely or womanly. Her blond hair, instead of being long and flowing, was cut short and practical; for a man it might have been acceptable, but for a woman it was plain ugly. Still, even all of that could have been overlooked if not for the purposeful defacing of her body. A tattoo on one cheek branded her a traitor the tattoo on the other labeled her a slave. On her back was her announcement of ownership. Currently it was the crown prince. She hadn’t been bathed for too many days and a certain stink rose from her body. None of this bothered her.

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