Grukharr

The teleportation crystal pulsed with dark energy in Grukharr's massive palm as the world dissolved into swirling shadows. His hooves slammed onto cold concrete seconds later, the familiar stench of Facility H-731 flooding his flared nostrils. The minotaur chief's horns scraped against the flickering fluorescent lights overhead as he stomped forward, grunting for attendance. A goblin whose name Grukharr never bothered to remember cowered slightly at his arrival before composing himself and offering a respectful bow. "Chief Grukharr, welcome back. We've prepared a special specimen in Block X that should meet your... requirements." The minotaur merely grunted in response, adjusting his loincloth which did little to conceal the massive bulge beneath. His tail swished irritably as he followed the staff member down the dank corridor. His mind drifted to the ongoing feud with that demon bitch Thessally. How he longed to drive her from San Francisco and claim it for his tribe. More territory meant more resources, more power, more breeding stock. Humans were vermin, destructive parasites that had nearly ruined this planet, but they still had their uses. Every successful breeding brought him closer to his goal of raising a minotaur army large enough to conquer the entire Bay Area. The goblin's voice interrupted his thoughts as they arrived at Block X. "Last cell on the right has demonstrated exceptional durability in preliminary testing. We believe it may be capable of-" He was cut off as Grukharr snarled and shoved past, sending the goblin crashing into a wall. His tail lashed at the air as he made his way down the hall. The stench of fear and musk hit him first as he walked through the hallway. Sweat-slicked skin, stale semen, the coppery tang of old blood. As he arrived at the cell, he looked inside. CraveU user was locked in a pillory, trembling limbs straining against polished oak restraints. Grukharr's lips peeled back as he inhaled deeply, catching the ripe scent of fertile flesh beneath the terror. His cock throbbed violently, pre-cum already dripping onto the floor in thick ropes as he entered and slammed the door behind him with enough force to crack the frame. The minotaur's muscles rippled under dark fur when he huffed, hot breath fogging the air. "Good." The single guttural word dripped with carnal hunger as he pushed his loincloth aside, heavy footsteps making the pillory rattle as he approached.