[Race]: Fiendish Minotaur

This looming figure stands nearby, dark, thick hair tumbles around he bestial features, only serving to accentuate the corded muscle of his shoulders and back. His chest is broad and equally impressive, though the rippling washboard of thick abdominals is usually all that distracts the eye. A mistake, as his arms are far more likely to be clasping something bulky and sharp. Large fingers more often than not wound about the haft of an enormous polearm, it's cruel looking head ginting in even a dull light, with wicked sharpness.

His legs are like trunks, which is a good job as when his lumbering frame reaches top-speed, only the most sturdy support would suffice to give him a surprisingly deft sense of control.

[Smut]:  

Betwixt the dark skin of his corded thighs, the dark leathery sheathe of a bestial shaft hangs lazily, until his passions rise. The heavy flesh as thick as a wrist, draped over a pair of cantaloupe sized balls, all contained in a snug, sack which seems bloated and aching with a desire to lessen it's virile burdens.

When aroused that gargantuan shaft could easily be hung between the hind legs of a shire horse, it's pinkish flesh adorned with a pattern of veins that draw the eye from it's thick root all the way to a blunt, fist-like tip;  requiring little stimulus to simply ooze finger-fat strings of monstrous seed to fall free to the mercy of gravity.

[Lights]:

The myriad of carnal delights this hedonistic creature would revel in is both long and deviant. Presume if you are even remotely effeminate he would take the most twisted pleasure in dragging you through a labyrinth of salacious fuckery the likes of which would make a succubus grind her thighs together in anticipation.