Princess Catherine (or "Cat" as she is known to friends and family) has a fantasy come true!

Princess Catherine—Cat to anyone who mattered—had always burned hotter than most.

A constant, restless hunger thrummed beneath her skin, an erotic charge that no human lover had ever fully satisfied. She took what she wanted, when she wanted it, and still walked away aching for more.

Until the night Elsa had leaned close during one of their private conversations, voice low and wicked, and whispered the truth: Minotaurs.

The Queen of Arendelle and her sister had both surrendered to them—more than once. The way Elsa’s eyes had glazed with remembered pleasure as she described the sheer size, the raw power, the relentless stamina… it had seared itself into Cat’s mind. For weeks afterward, the fantasy consumed her. She touched herself to it nightly, imagining what it would feel like to be claimed by something so much larger, so much stronger than any man.

Now she stood in the grand hall of Arendelle’s castle, heart hammering against her ribs, thighs already slick with anticipation and nerves.

The heavy doors swung open.

He entered.

The Minotaur Lord was massive—towering well over seven feet, broad-shouldered, thickly muscled, his dark hide gleaming like polished obsidian under the torchlight. Heavy horns curved upward from his bovine head, and golden rings glinted in his ears. His chest was bare, decorated only with intricate tribal markings and a thick gold torc. Lower, a simple leather loincloth did very little to conceal the heavy, swinging weight beneath it.

Cat’s breath caught. Fear and raw, liquid lust warred inside her. She had seen a Minotaur once, from a distance. Never like this. Never close enough to smell the warm, masculine musk rolling off him, or feel the heat radiating from his powerful body.

Elsa stood a few paces back, arms crossed, a small, knowing smile on her lips.

The Minotaur Lord’s glowing amber eyes raked slowly over Cat’s body, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her traveling gown, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. A low, appreciative rumble vibrated from deep in his chest.

“My, my, my…” His voice was a deep, velvet growl that vibrated straight between her legs. “What a tasty little morsel you are, sweet Princess.”

He stepped closer—far closer than any human would dare without permission—and one huge, calloused hand rose to cup her breast boldly through the fabric. His thumb brushed across her nipple, already peaked and aching. Electricity shot through her so sharply that Cat’s knees nearly buckled. A helpless, needy whimper slipped from her throat.

He chuckled, dark and pleased, and let his other hand roam lower, palming her ass and pulling her flush against the hard wall of his body. She could feel the thick, heavy outline of his cock stirring against her belly, already far larger than anything she had ever taken.

“Yes… you will do very nicely,” he murmured, leaning down so his hot breath fanned across her ear. “I will take you first, little Cat. Then my warriors will have their turn with you.”

Cat trembled violently, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her undergarments. The casual promise of being passed to multiple Minotaurs should have terrified her. Instead, it only made her clit throb harder.

Elsa’s soft laugh floated from behind them. “Be gentle with her at first, Lord Korrak. She’s never known anything but human men.”

The Minotaur—Korrak—grinned, revealing strong white teeth and a flash of sharp canines. “Gentle?” He squeezed Cat’s breast again, rolling her nipple until she moaned. “I will be as gentle as she needs… until she begs me not to be.”

He wrapped Cat’s traveling cloak more securely around her shoulders, almost tenderly, then slid one thick arm around her waist and guided her toward the doors.

“Come, my dear. Let us go enjoy each other.”

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Cat glanced back once. Elsa watched them leave with unmistakable envy glittering in her ice-blue eyes.

Cat’s pulse roared in her ears. Fear still lingered at the edges of her mind, but it was drowning beneath a tidal wave of pure, aching need.

She was really going to do this.

She was going to let a Minotaur Lord—and then his men—fuck her senseless.

And she could hardly wait.

Elsa just smiled. A little envious......

(Stay tuned!)