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The labyrinth was cold, and it was far too damp. Still, Siena knew her duty was to follow the command of her guild and hunt the beast awaiting her in the dark. Thinking herself ready for such a challenge, she is deeply shocked to find herself facing off against a creature more intelligent and strong than anticipated.

The minotaur is no easy prey.

Trapped beneath the earth and defeated in battle, the young blonde soon understands that her bravado may have gotten her in more trouble than she can handle. With an intimidating beast keen to show her what human females are truly built for, Siena quickly goes from screaming for a chance to prove herself, to begging for a taste of the monster's dark promises.

This 7.8k word story involves situations full of reluctant dubcon, begging for orgasms, deep and rough blow jobs, forced breeding and copious amounts of hot, sticky minotaur seed.

This book is part of the Monster Hunter Conquest series, a
collection of stand alone stories all focused around the adventures of
one young woman. Each tale is a sexy, explicit ride following the
blonde, brave, and often ill-fated Siena Rovan as she hunts fantastical
beasts across the land. Against all odds, she seeks out the fiercest of
monsters with the intent to take them down. More often than not, the
creatures take Siena instead; literally, and roughly. Every book in the
series can be read without having indulged in any of the others, though
chances are if you liked one, you'll love the rest!

WARNING, CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

Excerpt:

Reaching down, he grabbed her forearms and lifted them over her head. It was a casual motion, and he ignored her struggles and shouts. Cold metal clasped her wrists, shackles that left her so her toes barely touched the ground, her nubile form stretched to the limit.

"What are you doing?" She growled, trying to yank free but finding the chains solid. "Aren't you going to kill me?"

Dethros stepped back, his smirk as wicked as the way he watched her squirm. "Is that what you would like, a swift death?"

He lifted his ax from his belt, giving it a once over. "Or a slow one, maybe?" Almost out of boredom, he brought the curved blade to her throat, and instantly she stopped moving. The metal was strangely warm, its nearness making the pulse in her neck rapid. Wide eyed, she stared up at the minotaur, trying to discern his thoughts from that bull shaped face.

"Well? Is this what you were wishing for?"

Siena was terrified that if she spoke, she might cut her own skin. Trembling, she saw him lift a brow in question. The weapon dragged down, brushing over the leather tunic on her chest. Instantly, with the steel not so near her soft throat, she muttered a response.

"No, no of course not."

"Well, then perhaps it is your lucky day." Dethros chuckled, putting his ax away.

"What? What do you mean by that?" Her voice spiked with wary confusion, and when he reached out to stroke her cheek, she tried to yank away. It was not to be, his huge palm cupped her jaw, his rough thumb brushing her skin.

"I mean, I would rather not kill such a lovely little thing. A shame your guild was so ready to throw you away." That touch rolled down to her neck, and she knew he could feel the nervous pumping of her blood. His smell was everywhere, and once more she found her brain growing cloudy.

'What is this, why am I getting so distracted by his smell?'

As if he could read her mind, he brought his muzzle to her shoulder, inhaling deeply and making her gasp. The sensation sent tingles up her spine, thrilling her in a way she thought was out of place.

"W-what are you going to do with me, then?"

"What indeed," he grunted, tracing the line of her forehead and running fingers through her blonde tresses. "Your hair is so soft, your skin, too. Human females are almost made to give pleasure to the senses, aren't they?"