12 comments/ 122676 views/ 39 favorites My Minotaur By: SizeQueenSupreme * * * * * Note: this is a previously approved text story with recently added audio. Click Here to listen. (33 min/mp3) * * * * * Part 1: In which Lady Ailara buys her last slave I stepped off the boat, wrinkling my nose at the smells of peasantry. It's not that peasants are bad people of course, they just don't have the intelligence to escape their plight. Of course I was one once. I just happened to be born with a particularly ample bosom, and the brains behind it to land a worthwhile husband. I married him and his wealth at 18 years, and I've never looked back. That's my story, and I stick to it. After all, a lady must have some secrets. I told my entourage to stay on the trireme and await my return. The men voiced their protest; my husband is not one to risk me on the poor streets of the mainland, but I would not relent. I value the little time I get to myself, or at least away from people who know me. I admit a certain thrill in how the peasantry devour me with their eyes. They snack on my elegant clothes, today an expensive purple-dyed dress covers my hips and thrusts my buxom décolletage on display. They refresh themselves drinking deep in my sapphire eyes, and nourish themselves on my full lips. These I stain purple. The main course, is of course, my chest, most assuming I've fashioned the display through some trick of wealth and tailoring. They little suspect I was naturally endowed as such, sporting these pumpkin-sized orbs by my first year of womanhood. Aside from drinking in their intoxicating gazes, I pay them little regard. It would not be proper to do otherwise. I lamented the fact that I had an errand to run, it would cut into this wonderful time away from our lonely mansion, but I would not be an undutiful wife, the price for that was far too high. So I made haste through the winding streets, dodging dung and urchins alike, finally stopping as I reached the auction block. The slaves were for the most part particularly un-notable today. My husband's latest run-away had been a particularly strong young man, a captured war-boy from another island. His skin was tan and lovely, but scared from his time in battle. I waited through many lots, drinking in the gazes of the crowd and heat of their presence. As the day wore long, I was bored and disinterested, studying the strange clothes the peasants wore. It is interesting what they use in the absence of buttons and clasps, and I wouldn't mind some time trying to weave some of their simple leather lacing and frog-eyes into my own clothing. Then I caught sight of him! Oh he was a sight to behold! His shoulders were nearly as broad as I was tall, and bulked with muscle. So chiseled were his arms, the light played on dozens of angular shadows where his obvious power stuck out in meaty slopes and hills of strength. His stomach rippled like the ocean itself, and his pectorals were broad and flat, defined to the extreme. All this was set on a pair or thighs with visible slabs of meat that sloped down to proportional calves and huge squar-ish feet. Between the works a loincloth dangled down, his only clothing. His head was hard to look at though. The beast's flared nostrils and curved horns were off-putting to a lady of delicate sensibilities like myself. Though down-cast, the wide, brown bovine eyes shone with an intelligence that belied all I'd heard of the Taurprimate; "Myrnotor" I believe the peasants call his kind. Ugly things they were. "How much for this bid? He's a strong laborer, enslaved by Kairish command training, so he'll obey your every word. What you'll save in work effort will make up for how much he eats...and he can be underfed.... Do I hear 29 minae? 28 minae?" The Auctioneer began calling his numbers, no one from the crowd responding. The price was high for commoners, and they seemed a little intimidated by the sheer massiveness of the great beast. Being an educated woman, I know to trust the Kairish methods (some of our dogs had been disciplined in this manner), and I raised a pale hand. "60 Crowns." The crowd gasped. "Milady, you might have misunderstood. I said, mere minae, not whole crowns." "I heard what you said. Just put a ribbon on him and wrap him up for me." Humor is totally lost on peasants. The auctioneer sent a boy for a red bow, and soon my new slave's tail was adorned with it. I rolled my eyes and beckoned the beast to follow. * * * But now you wonder why I overpaid. Spending too much money for things is one of my small personal pleasures. I certainly wasn't gleaning any satisfaction in the bedchamber. Oh certainly 'milord' tended to me, frequently in fact, and sometimes twice daily. He'd clamber into our bed and mount me, thrusting and stabbing impotently away until he was spent, grinning at me like he'd been made king of the fair from beneath his stupid mustache. Not that I was bitter. I admit the musculature of this creature fascinated me from the beginning. His back held a thousand crevices, and sprouted to his amazing 9 foot height from the huge globes of his buttocks. So large were his thighs, they kept all in front of them from view, though I tried in vain to peer at just what that might be. So possessed was I with the powerful, plodding grace of his walk, I scarecely realized when we'd reached the water. "Stop!" I hastily commanded. Kairish training is effective on beasts, but also robs them of any impulse but fear. It can cause them to do things, like walk into the sea as he was about to, unless told otherwise. He halted and my other slaves took him in with some obvious apprehension. "Don't stand there gawking at your new accomplice! Load the ship!" I helpfully, and loudly, suggested. The slaves got to work, seizing crates of raw goods to return home with. The Myrnotor pitched in, his rippling mass barely flexing at all as he lifted the second heaviest crate. Several of the younger slaves gathered around him in awe, one being so bold as to wave a hand in front of his eyes, testing the Kairish mind-state for any break. He did not even blink as he set the huge wooden box on the deck. They followed him back as he returned for the heaviest of all, a huge carved fountain for the garden, and circled it to find the easiest handholds. Laughing, the slaves all piled into the bowl of the thing. This dismayed me. "He will hurt himself tying to lift—" I cut short as the beast's muscles bulged explosively, and 8 tons of marble, steel and idiotic slaves were born into the air. The slaves for their part lapsed into a stunned silence as he laid them onto the deck. My lips curled into a smile, and a feeling I could not yet place shot through me. * * * I was on the deck of the my ship, enjoying the exhilarating rush of air from the added speed the Myrnotor put to the oars. I'd earlier caught one of my worthless dregs not rowing, but before I could call for him to be lashed, all the other slaves dropped their oars as well. The speed of my craft did not diminish one naught. I laughed for the span of three breaths, and then screeched in my best harpy impersonation, "You mendicants cannot even ADD to his effort? 12 of you, and you cannot match the effort of ONE brute? Pathetic! You are not men. Drop your trousers now! Shame yourselves before this superior thrall!" The "men" complied, and 12 shriveled, tiny members were exposed to the cold. Now curiosity had the better of me. "Beast! Remove your garment!" He did not comply. "Disrobe!" I tried. Sometimes the Kairish methods leave out an instilled phrase. It happens. Besides, he'd probably only inherited the human-sized equipment. It is the lower body of a man after all, which on a frame his size's preportions would look even smaller than those sub-humans around him. And that's how I ended up on the deck. I don't know if my nipples were poking out like thimbles from the cold, or for some other reason entirely. * * * We hit shore at sunset, and I marveled a moment at the beauty of my house in that light before directing my shameful, naked slave to their labors. I had the Myrnotor led to a small room. I would present him to my husband after I attended to some basic hygiene. An hour later I lay naked in my suite, two tan island women applying a bucket of rich cocoa butter to my ample breasts, as they did every night. As they worked my heavy hills of creamy flesh to a perfect, gleaming shine, my eyes were closed in fantasy. It was not tangible nor familiar what ran through my mind, but it was making me very moist. My women looked at me as they always did, envy ruining their faces. It was doubtful that all the titflesh in their whole tribe could even be combined to rival my set; this bothered them in some primal way, and it showed. Suddenly they scattered to the side as my husband strode into my chamber. His mincing little steps brought him to the foot of my bed which he grunted and strained to ascend. "I see you've made yourself ready for me, milady. Your randy little snatch is drooling with lust for this!" "Uh, yes." I lied as his pants made their short trip down his legs to the floor. Then he was fucking me, at least I think he was. I'm not really sure since it was about as long pleasurable as a handshake. Fluffing one of my chest-mounted pillows he lay his head down, and gazed into my eyes. "So, how many times did you cum?" He asked. "I didn't keep count." I was being quite honest there. "Of course pretty thing. You never did have a head for numbers." He said with an affectionate pinch of my cheek. I multiplied the number of ways that made me want to kick him by the number of times I'd saved his fortune by catching a mathematical error on his ledger, and got a huger number than he could understand. Then I divided that by the amount I was worth through marriage to him forced my sweetest smile onto my face. "Now show me this new servant." He said with two claps. I hastily threw on a silken robe and came to find the beast in the small room where I'd left him. "Follow." I said and turned on my heels. Moments later, my husband was precariously perched on a chair, inspecting the Myrnotor's teeth and gums. "Hm. Exceptional quality, Ailara, well done." He dropped down to continue his scrutiny, pacing around, his head barely clearing the creature's knees. "Yes, totally and completely marvelouuuuu—" The color drained from his face as he trailed off. He had evidently caught a glimpse of whatever lurked beneath the loincloth, and was terrified by what he saw. But my husband is a little man; very little is all it would take to impress him. "Go back to your room." He ordered, and left the chambers without another word. The beast did as it was told. It was the following night that my life was forever changed. * * * The next day I worked in the garden, braving the warm noon sun in a white cotton blouse that did nothing to conceal cleavage, and a short skirt that showed long legs. The Myrnotor was holding a wheelbarrow with one hand and an ounce of his strength while I desperately tested the limits of his mental domination by leaning over and enticing him with ever more voluptuous valley views. As usual, he didn't blink, but I swear I might have seen a nostril twitch. Dinner was light. Cocoa butter was warm on my breasts. Then I read while waiting for my husband to do a musquito's business in my poor deprived little slit. Only tonight was different. One of the guards burst into my chamber, slamming the door behind him. I heard a click behind him in the look. "Jules!" I shouted his name, "What is the meaning of this!? Leave immediately" He looked upon me coldly. "Sorry miss, Milord's orders were quite clear. I'm not to follow what you say, only to punish you." "Falsehood! Punish me for what?" It was my husband's voice that came through in response, though muffled. "For how you shamelessly flirt before the new beast like a brazen strumpet!" I could now see a small hole in the wall through which my husband's eye could be seen, spying. "I do not!" I protested, stamping my foot. In truth it was not until this moment I realized his words were true, but I stuck with my story. "End this stupidity!" I then added, "How do you mean to punish me? Lock me up forever?" His laugh was cruel. "No my dear. If I'm to be a cuckold, then I shall choose how, not you!" Jules had dropped his pants. The seven inch weapon that was now leveled at me must have seemed a mile to my husband. But it would hurt in my un-aroused, never-fulfilled depths. Hurt a lot. "No! Stop this now! Jules?!" I tried to appeal to the man. He advanced towards me, "Sorry ma'am, I've dreamed of this at least as much as all the other men." He grabbed my robe by the collar in his left hand and shoved me hard with the other. Fabric tore and I fell back on my bed, the wind knocked out of me. Jules cast my ruined garment aside and stalked up on me. I could hear a hurried sound like a child applauding behind the wall. The little bastard was pleasuring himself to my torment, and I could hear his piggish grunts as Jules reached the intersection between the foot of my bed and the path of the door. Suddenly there was a massive crunch and the door soared from its hinges at the velocity of an arrow, crushing Jules against the wall with a sickening series of crunches; clearly bones had been shattered. The Myrnotor strode into the room with a bold posture. My husband's feet could be heard scampering awkwardly from the next room, tripping over his pants at every other step. The Hulking brute pulled the door aside and threw the unconscious Jules from the room before turning back to me. So swift was his spin, the loincloth gave me a flash of what most surely have been its hard cock, hanging by sheer dint of its weight straight down. Just that flash nearly stopped my heart. It was at least a foot of broom-handle thick meat, capped by a flared head, like that of an ornate lampshade. My stomach felt almost queasy as my brain reeled to comprehend more man than it knew how to understand. It didn't even begin to with it all, but I knew that I wanted it. My jaw dropped and a drooling mouth competed with my suddenly saturated pussy for attention. My finger and thumb subconsciously grazed a nipple that had instantly turned to stone as he strode closer, his state of arousal betraying what his one intent could be. "Please!" I gasped, breathing so hard, "Don't rape me!" But the creature slid his warm muscular body over me, letting me feel the ridges of his spectacular abdominals grazing my skin as he came face-toface with me, huge hands on either side of my head. "Please!" I whimpered, anticipation shuddering through me. He held for a moment and then suddenly snorted, rearing back his awesome pectorals convulsed in deep laughter. "Rape you!" He boomed in mirth. "You're dripping for it!" And now my emotions were at a tug-of-war. On one side, his words stung me for they were true, and on the other, they were delivered in THAT VOICE. His voice was so low, it echoed in his massive chest, surged up from his abs, yet clearly had its source from somewhere beneath even that. It vibrated into my very soul, and shook me within at such great force, I nearly found myself at orgasms doorstep, teased and enticed, but unable to cross the threshold. As he continued to speak, it felt as though sheets of hot crushed velvet were being rolled over my flesh, even through his words were still cruel. "Besides, what made you think I wanted you? I'm obviously not even aroused!" All the color must have drained from me then. "Clearly not arouuuuu—" I trailed off as he leaned in close again, untying the ribbon that the market had placed on his tail. I just stared down that long muzzle into those deep bovine eyes as his arms encircled my head to tie back my hair with the ribbon. "Wear your hair up, you silly bint. I like it that way." He patted my cheek twice and was out of the room in three strides, leaving me a panting, lustful mess of sweat on the bed. * * * The next couple of hours were very strange to me. I know I masturbated a long time, bringing a torrid pinch to my engorged nipples and furiously frigging my equally hungry quoint. The friction brought me off dozens of times, yet still my clit beckoned more, and I felt only longing. I sat up and arranged myself, leaving my hair in the bow. Then I brought out the finest weapon in my arsenal; a black corset with red trim, custom fit to lift my bulky bosom and serve it up as an exquisite seal to any sexual endeavor. As I skillfully wobbled my watermelons into the cups, I could hear the sounds of a scuffle growing closer. I had just tied the last of the lace as a guard flew past my doorway. Stepping out I beheld the beast, steam coming from his nose in shallow bursts. The hallway was littered by dozens of mangled men, yet the aftermath of whatever battle had taken place here was a far greater testament to the Myrnotor's control rather than his strength. Each groaning man was alive. "Lady Ailara." Came that mega-bass. "And what shall I call you?" I asked. "Oluth." He replied. "Oluth." I repeated, tasting the name on my tongue, and liking the flavor. "What will you do now?" "I go to pay my farewell to your little lord, then I am going to start heading for my home." "This I simply must see." He shrugged his indifference as he rolled down the hallway, forcing me to run in order to keep up. It was so much a struggle to fight myself into the bustier cups, that I ended up crashing into his legs from inattention to where he had stopped. We stood now in my husband's court, the little bastard sitting smugly on his great chair, four archers training crossbows on Oluth. "Release my wife and yield to me or die." "No." Said the bull-man, his tone level, yet with such power behind it I could almost feel the hair on every arm rising, the shriveling of every testicle in fear. My husband gaped, and totally unable to deal with his real fear, turned instead to me. "How could you tempt this monster from it's Kairish hold? You little slut!" I rolled my eyes. "Dearest darling most adorable fucking moron," I dripped sweet, sarcastic venom in my tone. "Kairish training doesn't work on thinking, intelligent creatures. It would be more likely to work on you!" "His kind are stupid beasts!" My lord said stubbornly. I began to retort, but Oluth cut in. "Whatever I am ignorant man, and beautiful but whorish woman, I will take my leave of your home now or ruin you if you try to stop me. My husband smiled smugly, looking to the crossbowmen. "Fire." He intoned. Launching into a whirl of more speed than I could imagine from so massive a creature, he neatly ducked one bolt, a meaty hand slapping another from the air, and a third ricocheting from an expertly-placed horn I lifted my arms and winced as the fourth suddenly flew wild, narrowly missing his neck. In two great strides Oluth was seizing two archers by their wrists and flinging them like clubs into the next men. For good measure he slammed his impromptu weapons together before mercifully releasing them to the floor. My twisted husband whimpered and fell back over his chair. "Thank you for your hospitality." Spat Oluth. I charged forward and trousered the little man, exposing his wannabe manhood for all. It was smaller than Oluth's pinky, and at the moment rock hard; who knows why. Oluth and I shared a laugh. "How do you pleasure your woman?" Oluth asked, with some genuine curiosity. "Her nostrils?" My Minotaur Ch. 02 As he worked the sturdy oars once again, I sat demurely in front of him this time, utterly cowed by the power of him. I bought him with my money, but now it was he who owned me. I studied the great muscles for perhaps the hundredth time. The disc of his bicep was pumping with each stroke, my eyes widening appreciably in time. But somehow I tore my gaze from those engorged knots of strength to his equally impressive thews. Between those, the center of my world hung behind its curtain of simple dingy loincloth, which now I knew to be cut such that it barely could cover his incredible wares. I reached for the cloth, fingers twitching with horny anticipation, but a contemptuous snort and reproachful glance from his large brown eyes stayed my hand. His deep, big-balled, bass voice rumbled down my spine straight to my ravenous cunny. "I did not say you could touch." And here I pouted briefly, driven both by his rebuff, and by my desire to show him what an enticing nest my lips could make to any eggs he might want to offer them. Huge, hot eggs. But then I got a better idea for what should be done with my pillow pucker. I leaned down to one side, and I blew. His loincloth softly fluttered at first, and then when I greedily unleashed a torrent of lusty air, it unfurled like a standard and flapped up his thigh, revealing my price. And what a prize! My heart nearly stopped this time as I took it all in. He was supremely un-aroused, 8 inches of length draped in front of him on the bench, another 6 dangling over the edge, swinging his head like a python unable to swallow a pomegranate. "What are you doing?" he snorted. I lowered my still-pursed lips to the back of his dangling fuck-fruit, meeting the flared rim of his glans with the soft moist texture with them, tasting the velvet of his. He looked stunned. I swabbed the whole of his cockhead, accompanying the motion with my lips. I was not kissing nor sucking; merely smearing myself all over him, a messy sheen of saliva causing him to glisten. When I pulled back and began to apply this technique to his humongous left bull-batter maker, I could hear the oars creak beneath his tightened grasp, and his sculpted brace of eight stomach muscles rolled in delight. It was here that two things occurred to me. The first was that Oluth had never before known the pleasure a lady's mouth can bestow upon manhood, and was experiencing more sensation than he knew how to deal with. The second was that his fabulous arms were now blurred like a hummingbird's wings in their task. My feat of mouth-sex was going to get us to the mainland faster. Spurned on by this I lathed my attention on his other bulging bullock, now sucking hard enough to bring the tang of his musk to the surface. I tried hard to pop the immense oval into my mouth, but my jaw could not yield to the sheer amount of fat, tasty ball before it. Still I feasted on him as best as I could, frustrated mews of arousal escaping my throat as I worked his sac like a madwoman, nibbling with my too-soft lips, darting my tongue into every crease. I became aware of a tension beneath my right breast. Looking down, I saw his astonishing anaconda elevating as the blood I summoned to his head and balls began to fill out the shaft. The husband I was leaving behind could hardly hold one of my famously weighty watermelons aloft with both hands. Now my magnificent man-bull's prodigious prick was accomplishing the task with ease. As my tit rose, I tongued his bulging thighs and tugged his swelling pouch to encourage its course upwards. Before long, I leaned back slightly to better observe the progress of this union of titanic titflesh and colossal cockmeat. My right bosom had been scooped to shoulder height, the sight of it lifting from my bodice by strength of member alone causing pleasure to course though me, erecting my nipples and causing a fountain to gush from betwixt my thighs. But here a strange struggle ensured. Would the massive obelisk cast off the burdensome milk-jug? Or would he be forced to concede the obvious superiority of my assets over his own? I arched an eyebrow and looked up at him, peeling back my full-pout lips in a sneering challenge. "What's the matter stud-suitor? Not man enough for my treasures?" I gave a giant nut one powerful squeeze between both hands, seeing what reaction I could get. I got what I deserved, and if these events seem discombobulated, accept the fact that his cockhead's mighty blow beneath my chin might have been hard enough to dull my brain. *THWACK!* The sound of this collision, obscene and echoing in the empty galley. His cock smacked into the groove of his abdominal sculpting. My right tit flew up hard, and rebounded with life of its own, the counterbalance on the other huge orb jiggling it up to join it's twin in the open air. My upturned face did not have time to recoil before the sudden up-spurt of arching precum stained with a wet splatter. I blinked. He smiled. I stared at his 36 inch pillar of meat as droplets streaked down my cheeks, breasts now surging the open air. "You disrobed me with a cockslap." I stated in disbelief. "And you underestimated me." He retorted. "Now continue this sucking." He commanded. "it would seem that I like it." Wordlessly I launched myself into that which I do best. * * * There is an art to cocksucking, and I am a master of this form because I never forget the basic tools. The dick is a brush, and my face is a perfect canvas, waiting to explode with an act of creamy creation. I started with the light touches, seizing his whopping weapon in both hands, shuddering through a mini-gasm at the mere sight of my two little fists, separated by some thirteen inches of meat, fingers unable to meet palm by the thickness that divided the two. I leveled the opulent head and began basting myself in the face, coating cheeks, forehead, lips and jaw in his pearly precum. The stuff was as thick as a normal man's full load, but this as endless in supply. Of course I now knew his loads were as dense as paste, yet viscous as olive oil. I'd have to earn that. Lustily I spread his preload around, rubbing my liberally spunked visage up and down his rod, stroking more syrupy sauce from the head into my greedy face whenever I ran out. I was determined and with hard work, every inch of the mind-shattering fuck-sausage was glistening its own marinade. I admired my work for only a moment before craning my neck down to get truly acquainted with his glans. The Myrnotor cock was not circumcised of course, but the sheer enormity of his meat caused that skin to peel back, exposing his head an inch below the glans like some impossible banana. If only any fruit could taste this good. I swabbed my tongue deep into the trench of his glans, slowly circling cooing my pleasure at the ripe taste and velvet texture. My plush lips were not idle. Taking advantage of the majestic sweep of his red ridge, they nibbled and tugged on the protrusion. Then I curved my course to the tip, my eyebrows raising with my libido at the discovery of precum, pooled deep from my efforts. His cock's cum-cavern—cumslit would never do this opening justice—was now steeping in pungent jewel-juice. First I licked my lips, then I licked the stray drop of overflow running over the rim, and lastly licked the liquid itself from this randy reservoir. Though my tongue was hooked into a scoop, I found myself slurping and gurgling to get it all. Now it was time to get to the serious business of sucking this cock. I found myself thwarted by the size at first. Try as I might, I could not mash this monster through my lips. I tried different approaches, sucking on one "cheek" of his prong's head, then the other. No luck. In frustration, I pulled his yard of shaft down like some lewd lever, a solid thump against my breastbone as the behemoth bone landed between my breasts. The shock of the hot, huge hammer pounding me gave way to an idea. Tits-first I slid down his shaft and quickly buried my nose in his firm, leady-heavy nuts. I munched heartily and strained to lift and massage them one at a time. For my next trick, I was gong to need him extra hard, so knead him extra hard is just what action I took. Back up to the object of my desire, the atrocity of an apple that crowned him. I curled my lips in over my teeth, and wrapped both fists around the same part of his pulsing shaft. Incredibly, with both hands I could actually encircle him, fingertips touching, barely. It was time to test my idea. Exerting all my strength on the steel-stiff-staff, I plied it to my covered teeth like a crowbar, groaning hornily as I punished my plumb bottom lip, wrenching and twisting, and torquing the tool against my jaw. There was no dramatic pop, nor sudden unhinging of joints, just a rush of feeling and the briefest of pains. My eyes teared up with triumph: I had engulfed him in my mouth. He gave a great groaning cry in his nipple-stiffening bass octaves, thrusting his hips such that I had to stand on my tiptoes to avoid him fucking my head straight off. He wanted my throat, but I could not let him have that yet; it would surely kill me. But I would not fail bring content to my creature. I began by taking advantage of my lip's incredible elasticity. Even stretched tight, my purple prick-pillows still retained some fullness, and bobbing my head gently I could roll and unroll that moist pushiness on his head, slightly gargling tasty little offerings of precum his dick spurted up for me. Then I began to bob my head with greater speed, filling every inch of my mouth cock steak, and every hollow of my cheek with spewing prespunk. My hands were busy; they roamed all they could reach, fingers a flutter, palms roughly rubbing, nails gently grazing. My elbows I sued to bat my tits around, veritably kissing his staggering scepter with my nipples, sometimes shifting the whole hulking hosepipe around with a full-bodied titslap. One leg I raised, crooking my inner thigh to heat his shaft; the top of my foot would raise one bloated bullock after the other, gently stirring these pineapple-sized pearls to a rolling boil. It was at this time I became aware of just how much his nuts could change. The cool night air could leave them as small as peaches, or just before cumming, they would swell as capacious as honeydew melons. But whatever fruit they matched in size, they were always so, so heavy. But they were decidedly swelling now, as I played his insurmountable instrument, skillfully using my whole body to control him. Well, as much as anyone could anyway, for as he roared to climax, it was obvious who the master of us both remained. My world dissolved into pain as he up thrust, taking my throat for his own, jamming eight inches of ankle-thick shaft into it. I coughed and gargled and sputtered and gagged all at the same time. This pushed him over the edge and a torrent of his codpiece killing jam blasted from both my nostrils, the pressure building still and blasting my head from him entirely as well. He aimed his cock at me, but still keeping his hands on the oars, shot a blast from the tip with each quick stroke. Again I found myself tossed about in a whirlwind of heavy wads, individual missiles of man-batter pelting my tits, causing each to shake in a different, crazy orbit. My left leg was taken out from under my by his eighth shot, and the 9th and tenth threatened to render me unconscious as they buffeted my head like so much tetherball. Still I fought to retain consciousness, eager to receive the reward my tongue craved, finally managing to take his largest shot of all to my mouth. The concussive force of it was such that it pressed me into an early swallow, the backflow painting the whole of my throat, the roof of my mouth, and entire jaw and neck. Cream-cascaded against cream in mid air as the those shots that which I coughed back was swept into another incoming blast, this one striking between my suddenly wild tits, knocking the wind from met. Yet still I found the effort to stand, to turn, to shower in his gargantuan globs of goo, another outfit forever ruined at the worthy price of one of his loads. Again I stood panting in the after math...but only stared at him, hard and respectfully as I shoveled palm-full after finger-full of tasty bull-seed to my mouth. "I don't..." *GULP* "get it..." *OLMPH!* "You're supposed to have the lower body of a man." *SLRRRP GLUP* He seemed amused as I slowly asked the question between bites of his rich seed. "What's..." *GURGLE* "With the..." *HTHEOWP* "Two tons of cock?" *ULPULPULPULPULP* He smiled. "Funny story about that. For another time. We've arrived." I gave a little squeal as the bump of landmass jarred me from my feet. Impossibly, my Myrnotor's first blowjob had cased those arms to get us there in 20 minutes. It was a four-hour trip, even with him at the oars the first time across. My pussy in almost weak competition with my mouth shuddered out a load of nectar as I came at the very thought of those biceps working that hard because of my mouth. He pushed open the gangplank front, grabbed my wardrobe, and led me almost reluctantly to cleanse myself of seed in a sea that seemed suddenly unfamiliar. But where were we going now? My Minotaur Ch. 03 "There's something I don't understand." I murmured before drifting off to sleep. We'd been on the open plains for the day, and having finally tired from walking, were bedding down for the night. Oluth was beneath a bunch of my dresses and finery as a blanket. I was curled next to him, his massive limp cock draped over me almost like a blanket; it couldn't cover all of my flesh, but its pulsing heat was certainly enough to stay warm by. "What's that, human?" He asked, voice rumbling the very ground I slept upon. "How were you captured? It seems unlikely any could make you slave." He sighed, and there was a sad and distant look in his deep-set brown eyes. "Before exiling me, my people brutally beat me to within an inch of my life. It was in this state that the Kairish slavers found me. I was only just well enough to strike out on my own when you purchased med. "Oluth, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Why were you exiled?" "I do not wish to speak of it." I planted a kiss on his giant cockhead then nestled the flaccid shaft between my pillowy titflesh. "Then goodnight Oluth." He said nothing, and there was no sound for perhaps an hour, when my sleep was interrupted by a distant scream. Oluth was up in a breaths pan, scooping me up beneath an arm and running full-tilt for the sign of distress. My whole body bounced with his massive strides, and it was all I could do to hold my arms protectively across my chest, fighting to keep the huge orbs that lay beneath my bodice from tearing free. We came upon two ugly green men, strong looking, but fat, with upturned piggish noses and tiny greedy-looking eyes. Those eyes were fixed upon two figures in gossamer gowns, fine translucent fabric that could only be of Sylvan design. They were trapped beneath a net. "Aurks!" I hissed. Oluth simply nodded. The two beasts were laughing, circling the pair of Elvin captives with jackal-like glee. The Aurks spoke in their own brutish tongue and pointed, seeming to decide that they were going to kill the male and keep the female for pleasure. I'll admit the Sylvan features of both were so fine, I could scarcely distinguish their genders from their faces. However the poor, platinum-haired Sylvan lady was blessed with a fairly remarkable chest, not of my own opulent stature, but out of proportion with her tiny body. "RELEASE THEM!" Oluth commanded, his body tense, nostrils flaring, arm going a little too tight around me. The Aurks turned around in shock, clearly going pale at the sight of the giant bull-man. When one of them lustily turned an eye to my dangling cleavage Oluth launched out a foot, his enormous thigh rippling with power as the kick connected with the Aurkish face. There was a sickening crunch and a snap, the green head falling back between the creature's shoulder blades, slumping to the ground with a face that was nothing but thick green blood and a neck that now had a fine dust instead of spinal column. There was a dribbling sound as the other Aurk urinated down one leg and then ran. "Perhaps I should pursue and kill him!" Oluth said to no one in particular. "Put me down or you'll kill me instead!" I rasped as his tight arm had totally cut off circulation in his fury. "Oh. Sorry." He said, looking slightly embarrassed as he set me down. Our attention turned to the captives. Oluth seized the net in both hands and pulled apart, his massive pectoral slabs flexing slightly as he ripped the thick hemp rope asunder. The two elves stood, the male blinking in annoyance, the female totally transfixed by Oluth's incredible muscle. "Are....are you going to rape me now?" She asked, the want in her high crystalline voice perceptible to any lout. "Why does EVERYONE think I want to rape them?!" Oluth blurted. "Darling, if he were going to do that, he'd have kept us in the net. Don't be stupid." Said the Male. "I am Evarell. This is my fiancé, Saela. We thank you for our freedom." "Oluth. The small thing behind me is Ailara." He cocked his head in my direction a moment. "We are in your debt Oluth... but we should make way, lest we miss our own wedding." Said Evarell. "Wait!" Said Saela, "What if we need protection?" "I can protect you." Said Evarell, adjusting a dagger that he had on his hip. "Fine job you did of that back there." She shot back. "They caught us unaware! It won't happen again." "Yes it will. You aren't man enough to keep me safe. Just admit it." A strange look crossed Oluth's face now, I thought perhaps he was trying to restrain laughter but I couldn't be sure. "Take that back, bitch! You know my real weapon is longer than this!" He held the dagger in his palm. If he was referring to his cock that would be impressive...the dagger was at least 8 inches long. But then, what could impress anyone after having enjoyed Oluth. "Don't call me a bitch. Just because you've got a bigger dick than most humans doesn't mean you can treat me like that! I might just not make the wedding now." "What? You can't fucking leave this, and you know it!" Who knew Sylvan-kind were so foul mouthed. Evarell unlaced his trousers and produced a massive dick, true to his word. It hung proudly and thick, as out of proportion with his body as her grapefruit sized breasts, easily 9 inches soft. She stared at the huge meat and bit her lip, clearly tempted even in her anger. Then she suddenly reached back and lifted Oluth's loincloth, her eyes turning to saucers and her mouth becoming a strained 'O' as she took in the Myrnotaur's half-yard-long flaccidity. "We are so through." She managed to whisper, as she stood transfixed. Oluth pulled back and snatched his cloth from her hands. "You may come with us, Saela, but you must show me more respect." She actually gave a sharp salute. "Yes Sir!" Evarell's face looked like his soul had shattered. His impressive, yet inferior penis seemed to be trying to shrivel up back on itself in the cold night air, shirking before such an obvious Alpha male. I stood on my tiptoes and grabbed one of Oluth's horns, tugging hard. He shrugged and indulged me by letting me drag him several feet to the side. "Are you crazy!?" I hissed. "This is unacceptable, I insist you desist at once." He arched an eyebrow. "You are no house-lady here, Ailara. You cannot command me to do anything. I am not one of your servants." "But She...she..." He silenced me with a snort. "I am a Myrnotaur. My kind keep Harems, Ailara. If I cannot reside with my people, I shall build my own herd of your kind instead." "But we aren't even the same kind!" His words stung so! I would not be replaced! "She's a Sylvan, I'm a human!" Oluth rolled his eyes. "You're all the same small, pink, and soft things to me." I turned quickly so he would not see the tears that started from me. We were bedded down again...this time, the three of us. Oluth lay on his back while we glared at each other across his broad chest. "Listen, you Sylvan bitch, if those pointy ears of yours can do so, this cock belongs to ME. The sooner you learn that and leave, the better." I hissed, holding Oluth's mighty member close while he slept. "Why would he choose you over me?" She pulled down her top, revealing her firm, youthful bosoms. "Look at how firm they are! Nothing like those huge saggy things you've got." She smiled, bobbling her own treasures in her hand, smiling. "Why would he want anything to do with little bitty ones...those are smaller than his balls. Look." I hefted one of his colossal seed-bags, showing the truth of my words. She marveled at the sight, then curled down and seized his other fat nut, rolling it around in her palms in wonder. "It's...it's so heavy." "Exactly. Leave before you get hurt." "No." She said, leaning down more and giving the sphere a long, loving lick. "Mine!" Angrily I leaned across Oluth's thighs and locked my lips onto the other side of his tremendous bullock. We glared at one another as our cheeks hollowed and we sucked hard, slurpy drool spilling from our lips and over his giant nut as we desperately fought for domination of it. We both opened our jaws and plunged in at the same time, lips meeting around the titanic teste. I pulled back in disgust as she inhaled just a little more of the nut, managing to claim over half of it in her mouth, pouty Elvin lips stretched thin by it's girth. "Oh fine! You stay on that side! This one is mine!" I returned to the other ball, worshipping it with lewd sucks and slurps as my hands began to roam his limp shaft. Again we collided, all four of our hands having ample room to hold him, even dead limp. Oluth stirred and sneered down at us, chuckling at the sight of two horny women, each glaring at the other with a ball in her mouth and a length of meat between both hands. He also began to harden. We both stared up in awe as his thickening meat forced our fingers wider and wider, hands growing further apart on the expanding length as well. She greedily arched up and kneeled, claiming the head to suck on, slipping her tiny tongue all over, fucking into his cumslit with it's wet point. I had to admit her efforts were masterful, but I wasn't about to lose to this interfering little slut. I picked my moment as she pulled her head away from the fully hard yard of cock, thick precum dripping in gooey strands from her stretched mouth. I seized the base of his stalk in both hands and swung him like a club, catching her across head with a dangerous blow; it's a good thing I am not particularly strong as I might have actually been able to kill her with the hardened tool. Oluth scowled at me as she sprawled from him, blinking in astonishment, dazed by sucker cockslap. I straddled his thighs to replace her, slurping and sucking all over his flared head, moaning my passion at every hot drop of seed that oozed deliciously down my throat. Suddenly my hair was being pulled and his thick mass emerged from my mouth with a loud popping sound. Jamming me down she crammed my face into his pendulous ball sack, angling my head this way and that to smear our mutual slobber all over my face. "Bugid Mmlllvn BTCH!" I shouted into the leathery ball bag. I reached back found one her infuriatingly firm tits, suddenly giving the nipple a sharp squeeze. She screeched and released me to protect her chest. Then it was a fight. Oluth could only stare in a mix of horror and satisfaction as we vied for the right to suck his massive staff. She held his scepter and dolled out punishing blows to my face and chest, leaving long cockbruises wherever the thick rod struck down. I managed to return the favor though, holding her head down against the thick table of his muscled stomach, bludgeoning her with the backside of the massive shaft like I was beating the laundry against the wash boarding of his abs. She was helpless like this, and I mercilessly pummeled her head while grinding her face against his rigidity, laughing my cruel joy allowed until I found myself being lifted. Oluth sat up slightly and dumped me onto the ground. "ENOUGH!" He intoned. "Saela, you may ride my member for your pleasure. Ailara, you will do 'naught but polish my testicles until you have learned to behave. Is that clear?" "Yes." I whimpered, hanging my head. I got to work, running my tongue in dizzying circles on every inch of his exposed nutmeat, trying ever so hard just to please him. He lifted the Sylvan girl and let her slowly sit on his tremendous rod. It took half an hour just for him to work the head inside, and the was panting, breathless when he let her sit there, biceps barely flexed to hold what must have been her minute weight. "Oh gods..." was all she could manage to moan in our language, suddenly devolving into naked Elvin smut-talk, words that were somehow beautiful and lewd and the same time spilling from her lips. Sweat beaded on her brow as he began to pump into her, giving her only a tiny portion of his cock, gradually working her up to the amount her husband-to-be had been packing. His balls bounced as his hips flexed, I let them dance upon my tongue, grudgingly enjoying the flavor or her as the strange Sylvan wetness flowed down his shaft. Oluth arched his huge head up, letting his massive tongue slather up and down her neck and breasts, coating her in what must have been incredible warmth. Then in a move I had not yet seen, he leaned down, fucking a third of his yard-long cock into her as he began to lick and lap at her clit at the same time. As he increased the speed of this, his tongue made meaty slapping sounds against her pale flesh, almost loud enough to be heard over her insane screams of delight. My pussy throbbed in jealousy of both of them, my tongue almost drying out in my slavish devotion to his bulging ball sack. It would seem Sylvan females have an unusual way of coming. Rather than enjoying the multiples of their human counterparts, they seem to build to the edge of all of them at once, their nether parts discharging the climax's simultaneously in one go. When his duel assault of tongue and trudgeon finally brought her over pleasure's edge, her pussy seemed to contract tightly into a fist, then suddenly unleash itself downwards, sinking another two inches of his impossible length as it spat out a torrent of glistening honey. She panted and collapsed upon him as I diligently lapped her essence from his powerful balls, sucking each one clean from as many angles as it took. He placed her unconscious form next to us in the grass and let her sleep, standing over me with his towering prick shaft cutting an intimidating silhouette in the moonlight. "I have not cum, and you behaved yourself. You shall be rewarded." He boomed. But his fucking was angry. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up, squatting to jam his massive prick into me. My tits weighed heavily on my chin as my cheek was ground into the grass and dirt of the open plains, moaning a single pure note of joy as he stuffed his length into me. Saela's juice was still on his tip, and its incredible viscosity allowed him deeper entrance in me than ever before; I had perhaps half of him buried inside me by the time my pussy protested too much. Again nothing but obscenity came from my mouth as he fed me what felt like miles of cock over the course of an hour, powerfucking down into me, awesome muscled contorted in effort. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME! I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW MANY STUPID COWS YOU WANT TO HAVE IN YOUR HAREM AS LONG AS YOU KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THIS! FUCKFUCKFUCK OLUTH..I LIVE FOR YOUR COCK...I WANT NOTHING MORE AND I DON'T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO GET IT..... FUCK YOU FOR FUCKING ME THIS GOOD! OH FUCK I'M FUCKING CUMMING! And I was. My pussy fluttered in what felt like a thousand little bursts of pleasure, riddling vision with stars and bursts of color. I was barely conscious and panting by the time I realized I was cuddled up to Saela, both of us covered in thick hot wads of Oluth's seed. The horny bull had covered us in a blanket of cum while we lay senseless due to his masterful sex. Silently I cursed myself for the complacency his cock had brought from my lips at the height of pleasure. How many more women would his Harem need? My Minotaur Ch. 04 It was difficult for Oluth to convince us to stop sucking his cock. He had to pry Saela's lips from his thick ball sack and hold her away from himself, while shifting his hips to rob my whorish lips of the thick slab of meat I was nursing on. "Enough you two! You may pleasure me more after we've put distance between Ailara's former home and us. Do you heed me?" He eyed us dangerously, and we both submissively nodded. He appraised his two cockslaves a moment. "And change your clothes. You are covered in my seed." We stripped down and I went to my wardrobe. Saela meekly followed me. "I don't actually have any more clothes." She whimpered. "Not my problem." I said, sorting through one of a hundred outfits, trying to determine what would best please my bull-god. "It is NOW." Oluth snorted from behind us both, his base voice stiffening every clit within earshot. "Oh fine." I gasped, exasperated at this shoddy treatment. "You may take what you wish, little Elvin bitch." "Thank you!" She smiled sweetly at me, the insolent twat. I had fun despite myself, rubbing my obvious superiority as she tried on outfit after outfit. "There now, you see? That will never fit right... your breasts are not nearly so large, so nicely shaped as my own. Nope, that won't work either... see? The dress is made for a woman with real curves...and some height. Oh, no, that scarf will never fit over those ridiculous ears of yours. Oh I'm sorry, while that might be the right height for you, it was what I wore when I was 12... my bosoms were STILL bigger than yours, I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings as much as I expect that it might." I twisted the knife like this until she was at last dressed in an ill-fitting shirt, tied off at the waist to show her inadequate (yet large) breasts, and a baggy pair of trousers that I used in the garden. Those she could at least roll up to compensate for her nearly foot-shorter in height. I myself favored a superbly tight, white top that fought to contain my busty form, adding a shorter peasant skirt and sandals to the mix. Well it was warm! * * * We trekked through plains and hills and finally came to the woods between us and what Oluth was pretty sure would be civilization. None of us were experienced adventurers, but we all knew we'd at least need provisions. Oluth had taken to throwing my wardrobe hundreds of yards ahead of us and catching up to it. He argued that it was better than lugging it everywhere, and that he found it strangely satisfying. Fortunately the old thing is sturdier than a ship, so it could take the abuse for a while at least. When we reached the tree line, Saela seemed to melt into it. She'd be in the branched above us showing us to a clearing or stream one moment, a disembodied voice hidden by foliage the next. Her people, it would seem, were of the woods, and all Syfaerel are specially attuned to one environment or another. Savages. Still, it was she who warned us of impending danger while we stopped to drink. "There are men back there. A hundred at least. If the crest on your wardrobe is your husband's sigil, than they are with him, for they bear it as well" Oluth shrugged. "Let them come. I will crush them." "They have Aurks too." Said Saela. "How unfortunate for those Aurks." Oluth cracked his thick neck in a roll of his head, throwing his arms out in loose swings, limbering up his massive muscles. Saela coughed, "I'm sure you could win sir, but there is an alternative." "Why would I seek an alternative?" He rumbled. "Because if you kill a hundred men here in this forest, you will attract the attention of more than just Ailara's beloved patriarch." I winced at her words as she continued, "With that much blood on your hands he'll be able to enlist the aid of all the surrounding kingdoms. You can defeat a hundred...but a thousand my lord? A hundred thousand?" Oluth tapped a finger against one of his horns thoughtfully. "You are right. If I'm branded a monster, they will bring whatever resources they need until I'm brought down. Even if I could defeat all comers, I would hate to be responsible for the slaughter of good men who have nothing to do with this little feud between me and the one-inch-lord." He seemed to glare at me for a fraction of a second, perhaps regretting having me along, but it quickly passed. "What is this... Alternative?" He inquisitively intoned. "There is a hidden cave mouth a half-league that way," She said, pointing, "I can lead you to it. I do not know what is inside, if anything, but I doubt it could be worse than the hundred in pursuit." "Take us." The Myrnotaur commanded. * * * The cave was indeed serviceable, if not dark and damp. Saela could see fine it seemed, and had no end in fun pinching me or leading me to stumble in the blackness, given that I could not retaliate. At one point she bid us to halt, and expressed some surprise. "There's a hidden door here...I'd say human-made. Do you wish to investigate?" She asked. Oluth took a moment to answer, perhaps shrugging, and then said "Yes, perhaps it will act as another layer against discovery if it is safe to stay." There was a great scraping sound as Saela grunted against the weight, then the passage flooded with light. We were looking into a hallway that appeared clean, and dry. Great Candelabras hung from the ceiling every ten paces or so, and there were many doors set into the long corridor. As we moved through, we peered into room after room. Some seemed suitable as bedrooms, complete with aged furniture; others were clearly for another purpose. Racks and Iron Maidens and Manacles abounded. Clearly this facility had served for a torturer at some point, though it did not appear to host any guests now. "We should find a place to sleep. Perhaps a room large enough to store three of these beds." We picked through, finally coming to a large central room. Oluth opened the door, all of us starting at the sudden presence of another person. She was beautiful. Clad in purple velvet, reclining luxuriously on a cushy looking sofa she took us in. Her eyes were deep blue pools, her face perfect and pale beneath cascading jet-black hair. Beneath her bodice strained a pair of breasts, the largest I'd ever seen, larger than my own yet somehow firmer, defying gravity with no clear means of support. My lower lip trembled in anguished jealousy as I took in the rest of her lush curves, her long legs, he bright red lips, easily as full as my own. "Ah..." She said slowly, "Visitors." "Yes..." Said Oluth, blinking as he stepped into the room. This was the first time I'd seen him actually dazzled by someone's beauty. She raised a hand while he entered, strange black streams of light pouring into her palm. When he'd cleared the threshold she extended her arm towards him, the black mass flying out and striking him with an earthshaking crunch, bodily knocking him into the wall. He fell to the door with a limp thud, his colossal body at rest. "OLUTH!" Saela and I cried together, suddenly charging into the room. The magenta clad bitch only laughed, gathering more strands of light in both hands before unleashing torrents of grey that wrapped our bodies, encasing us in immovable energies. "Witch!" I hissed at her as my heavy top cushioned my fall painfully when I pitched forwards. "Enchantress, please. You may call me Valsivale if you prefer." "How did you do that?" Saela seemed more respectful than afraid or angry. She smiled. "Ah you like it? I consider it more a science than a form of magic. Magic, we all know was dead centuries ago. This is different." "Stuff your lecture you...you whore-spawned wench!" I stammered out, straining against the bonds. "Oh, well in that case you get the long lecture." She sneered down at me, stretching and sitting up slightly now as she spoke. Whenever you experience a strong emotion... like the rage and jealousy and fear you are emanating now..." Her eyes flitted around me, looking at something I could not see. "...The strength of your feelings are discharged as raw energy that lingers for decades after. All I have done is simply learned to channel that energy into a like form." She swept her arm, a little hand of green energy forming before me and suddenly giving me a harsh slap across the face. "That was a taste of your own jealousy." She gestured to Oluth's unconscious form, "And that I was able to do with the stored up resentment and rage of the captors once held within these walls. This is a stronghold of such feelings, along with fear and pain of course." She snapped her head back to the two of us again, "OH! The lust he inspires! I have not seen its like....I must find out what the cause is." With that she slowly stood and walked gracefully towards the prone Myrnotaur, her nipples visibly stiffening beneath her outfit. Saela and I both gave piteous cries, struggling ever harder to save him from whatever this witch intended. She peeled back his cloth, marveling at the limp length of meat that lay on the floor, the weighty balls which lolled beside it. She leaned in close, letting herself sink to hands and knees just to examine this incredible specimen more clearly, lips parted, tongue darting out for a horny taste of air as she closed in. Suddenly Oluth's hand shot down, seizing the base of his limp cock with a hand, and whipping it up to strike the side of her head, hard, knocking her onto her side. "Your magic did hurt, impudent Enchantress, but you underestimated what I could withstand!" He growled as he leapt to a crouch, striking her viciously with his enormous soft club as she tried to gather more emotion into her palm. Two more such heavy cockslaps and her eyes were rolling as she sprawled on the ground. The bonds holding Saela and I faded; we stood and cautiously approached. "Join these two members of my Harem, Enchantress... swear your fealty to me." Oluth commanded, cock dangling dangerously between her eyes that still fought to focus. "Never!" She spat, "Then you may polish these until you change your mind." With a horny grunt, he squatted, covering her whole face with his tremendous ball back. She turned her head, this way and that, unable to escape, unable to concentrate on her hellish magics. She fought hard at first, then something, I don't know if it was his sheer potency, or something in the heady musk his balls put out, but she submitted herself, eagerly slurping and sucking on his massive cum crates, licking them and rolling them around. His cock began to harden, slipping up her body, shoving her tits around and sliding across her face in the process. He pulled back, putting a huge hand to her forehead to keep her from lifting her face back into his scrotum. She whined and stuck out her tongue, just fighting for another lick of ball meat. "You are mine. Swear it." Oluth commanded. "No please, just one more taste of your balls" She whimpered. "Swear you are mine. You belong to me now." She struggled, conjuring a tiny spark of magic to her palm, which Oluth calmly dissipated with a gentle cockslap across one of her now exposed tits (How had they come out? I could not say!) Her whole body went slack as she resigned herself to her fate. "Very well Myrnotaur. I am yours. I belong to you." She sighed with relief as he allowed his balls to drop again, rubbing her face into the massive nuts with obscene slurping lewdness. Saela and I could only stare on with jealousy as Valsivale devoted herself to the worship of Oluth's magnificent scepter, puckering her so thick lips up before sinking it into her face. She stretched her jaw low, rolling her tongue out to lavish slobber upon the shaft as its prodigious length claimed more and more and more and more of her throat, inch after inch disappearing down into what seemed like an endless, moist gullet. Oluth tangled a hand in her hair and rolled her head back and forth with an ounce of his strength. The filthy noises of a throat attempting to reverse itself filled the room as the great Myrnotaur fed her what must have been half of him, great tendrils of silver and white pouring from her lips, connecting tit to chin to lip to massive fuckstick. While I could barely stay conscious enduring such a ravaging in my throat, Valsivale reached out to caress and massage his pendulous balls, purring between gagging noises at their weight. "Be rougher with them than that!" Oluth commanded, "I am more male than you are used to." She did not dispute him in this claim, and proceeded to tug and squeeze his bombastic balls with ever more vigor. Here what would have reduced a lesser man to a kneeling weeping infant, mewling as he clutched at such abused testicles, only spurred Oluth on to swing his hips, snorting hard from his great nostrils as he punished the Sorceress' throat as she in turn reprimanded his hearty nut globes. Oluth groaned now, truly using her whole body for his selfish pleasure, he pinned her head to the wall and began to spear her deep. It was the roughest I'd ever seen him, and perhaps her earlier attack was still being accounted for as he glided now what must have been two feet of fat fuckshaft in and out of her. With each thrust in there was a ragged choking noise, ultimately stifled by his girth, and on each drag backwards there came a burbling gag followed by an explosion of frothy precum and saliva. His balls hung low enough that now they swung forward to collide with her tremendous yet firm breasts, envy striking like a bell in my heart each time the orbs struck home, rippling her titflesh, marinating in the mixture that now coated her. "I suppose I should finally initiate one of you properly." Oluth grunted, pulling out and drawing her up into higher kneeling posture. He seized his cock in both hands, tapping it once against each shoulder like a king knighting some lucky peasant, finally sweeping it a third time like a mighty cudgel, cracking against the side of her head, sending her to the ground in a puddle of juices. She batted her eyes, dazed as he pumped his tremendous weapon in both hands, gliding up and down it in long 14-inch strokes, pleasuring himself until his torrent erupted at last. Valsivale moaned and purred in the shower of his seed, turning this way and that to bask unspunked areas of her body in his rich seed, massaging it into her breasts and cheeks and thighs, her face twisting in cathartic release as she gave herself so completely to him. "What in the name of the gods..." came a new voice. A contingent of my husband's men it would seem, had found their way to us. * * * Four of them strode boldly into the room. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they were jealous of the titanic wad Oluth had just blown, each of them nervously eyeing his softening member before it disappeared beneath his loincloth, then more sagaciously at Valsivale, still pearl-coated and moaning, and lastly we two, the defenseless Syphaerel and me, their target. Oluth began to plod towards them, nostrils flaring, when Valsivale shot out a hand. Tendrils of that black energy --what I now suppose must have been the emotions of captivity that hung so heavy here-- ensnared the great Myrnotaur, halting his progress. "WHAT BETRAYAL IS THIS!?" Oluth roared, his tremendous muscles truly straining for the first time I'd ever seen. The disks in his arms nearly doubled in size as his gorgeous pectorals fought the magical entanglement. "Hush darling," Said Valsivale, "I'm just not going to let you risk that precious meat in battle. In this place, at least, I can defend you just fine. She was still devoted it seemed, and I could tell by the look on his face that she was going to get a vengeful, brutal fucking when this was over with "Now let's see here..." Said Valsivale, as the invading men seemed to recover from their fear somewhat and begin coming into the room with caution "This place still has some vindictive sentiments floating around..." Valsivale absent-mindedly extended a hand, a strange red light gathering in it. It danced along her fingers and whipped out, five lashes of pure cruelty raking across the men. They showed no sign of physical harm, but each writhed in the grip of agony as though they'd been flayed by an actual scourge. "And there's still some Sadness..." She drew both hands up, a weird blue light shining between her palms, expanding out in a cone that caused the next wave of men to sink to their knees, each one grieving, most in tears. "But what this room is mostly filled with now, thanks to you my sweet Myrnotaur, is pure unbridled lust!" Now she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, hands moving to cup both of her enormous breasts, a deep violet energy welling up from deep inside her, exploding outwards to fill the room. None escaped the effects of this spell, the men who were just now entering, those who lay on the ground in pain and those who had been sobbing all developed obvious erections. Though bound, Oluth's mighty cock rose with such speed that the crack of his mind-rending shaft against his exquisite abdominal muscles was like a clap of thunder. Saela fell to her knees, fingers rapidly frigging her poor little Elvin clitoris with the urgency of an unscratchable itch, and my own breasts almost sat upright with the tensile, quivering stiffness that suddenly struck my nipples. A wild look was in Valsivale's eyes now, whether it was her spell affecting herself or simply some sort of fetish for control I could not be sure, but she ceded that control to her new master. "Shall I kill them, great Myrnotaur?" She asked the still ensnared Oluth. "No." It seemed he was still concerned about greater numbers. The men seemed oblivious, each now working out his stiff prick for a vigorous wank. There was nothing impressive amongst them, and I was quite relieved when Valsivale raised her hands and gathered another spell, a strange sky-blue light this time. "Then I shall make use of the last emotion so heavy here...that of the prisoners yearning to escape!" With this all of us were suffused in a flash, and I expect to those poor wanking wastrels, we must have simply vanished. * * * "Well done, Valsivale. I am called Oluth, and I am well-pleased that you are now in my harem." He strode forward now, evidently free. Despite the overwhelming force she'd displayed back in the dungeon, she shook like a leaf at his approach, clearly utterly subdued by his magnificent presence, not to mention the libido-shattering erection that was wagging in front of him like some obscene lever as he walked. "Thank you, Master." She said, head lowered humbly. "I would ask one last show of your loyalty." Oluth rumbled. "Anything, Master. I swear an oath to live for nothing but the salt of your ball sack and the sweetness of your cum." "That is a strong oath, but I would instead ask this of you. Grant Ailara and Saela one wish each of their choice, your power is great and I'm sure they would accept you with far less jealousy if you were to reward them." She pondered a moment. "I would grant them anything in your name, Master... but I fear that where we stand now is empty of strong emotion. No one has experienced a passionate moment on this hill, it would seem, in at least an age. The only feelings strong enough to draw from are the lust generated by your harem, and little sparks of jealousy and desire." "Then make them wishes of lust, jealousy, and desire." He commanded. She nodded, and then turned to me. "What would you like lady..." She trailed off. "Ailara!" I snapped. "Don't look at my face directly! Show some respect you peasant!" She giggled, "Well if that's your one wish..." And started to turn away. The thought of Saela having an edge on me was too much to bear, so I was hasty to run around and slightly kneel before Valsivale. "No no no...I'm sorry...that wasn't supposed to be my wish. Please forgive me" My Minotaur Ch. 04 She closed her eyes, perhaps feeling the strength of emotions radiating from me, and sensing my desperation if not my sincerity smiled superlatively downwards. "Very well Ailara, I would not want to see you go wanting. What do you truly desire?" I thought a moment. "Your breasts, Valsivale, they are not natural, are they?" She scowled now, but again I stammered, "I mean no disrespect! I would have you do the same for me!" "Yes, my bosom is enhanced through my magics... but I could not bless you with such a boon permanently, perhaps only a few hours or so at a time. Only such repeated treatments on myself over the course of years have altered me for good." I thought on this a moment. "I do not care! A few hours will be enough!" She smiled. "Very well, Ailara. I shall do to you as I have done to myself. You shall have the advantage of me, for I did not start nearly so amply endowed as you yourself are, thus your potential is far greater." With these words she raised an arm, drawing that strange violet energy from around herself in a spiraling cloud, directing it to surround me. Within the purple folds of power, I could feel a tightness in my bosoms, cringing slightly as they grew heavier and heavier, than knowing relief as they seemed to lift, gravity itself bending to Valsivale's will to take the massive weight off of my back. When all parted, I looked down and could not even see my feet! My bosoms had grown into tankards, surpassing the size of milk jugs and large pumpkins, even besting Valsivale's prize-winning watermelons. I could think of no comparable object with which to compare my huge peaks. Oluth stared at my improvement, his rigid erecting spitting up a luscious gout of precum that dripped down his yard of shaft in a lurid display. Clearly he approved of these mammories. I lovingly stroked my new mega-tits and looked lewdly up at him over my own billowing cleavage. Valsivale admired her handiwork a moment then moved to Saela. "And you little Syphaerel sister. How can my magic serve you?" Saela wrinkled her cute, upturned nose a moment. "Give me the ability to...erm... 'open' myself more. I want to be able to please Master Oluth more than he has ever known." The Enchantress thought on this a moment. "Very well, Saela, hold still." She raised a finger, concentrating as it began to glow that violet lustful shade, tapping it once to each of Saela's lips, then tracing it down her jaw, and finally working a hand between the Elf's legs, tracing a quick circle on the lips of her sex. Saela grinned...and then the grin got wider and wider, her blessed lips and jaw stretching to an unnatural degree. Oluth seemed to appraise this as well. "Excellent my Harem... you have passed the test. Using your free wishes to only further my pleasure is just the sign of devotion I was looking for out of you two. Now let us make use of these spells while Valsivale's power lasts." With these words he scooped me and Saela up under his arms, and carried us to where the grass was softer, with the Enchantress trailing behind him. * * * It took effort on my part not to simply punch Saela and scramble for Oluth... but I'd learned my lesson last time, and I even managed to suppress a glare as the Myrnotaur's mighty hands encircled Saela's waist and lifted her up to kiss her on the mouth, grinding her reforged pussy against his turgid bullshaft as they soul kissed one another. Oluth's thick tongue flopped right into Saela's mouth, and while before she could barely have suckled the tip, now his whole mouth-muscle swirled around her small one, her cheeks and lips expanding impossibly to accommodate this. Valsivale was not idle, walking around to get a good line of sight on his pendulous ballsack. She thought a moment and then drew thin lines of power in the air, seem to lift and palpitate his scrotal fruits from afar, Oluth moaning pleasure at this feat into Saela's mouth. There could be no doubt that the bull's balls were always a heavy load, and clearly this magical support was a relief to him. I could not resist kneeling down, giggling as my newly shaped breasts were tickled by the grass blades, their size trumping their firmness make this possible. I leaned in and arched my back, wrapping my cleavage around one of Oluth's ankles and working up, soon encompassing his entire meaty left thigh inside my valley. I moved to the other thigh, tits brushing the base of his floating nut sack as I made the cross, amazed that even though his quadriceps were as thick as my waist that they could still be contained inside my creamy titflesh. Of course this would probably not be true if he flexed, but he seemed content to let me entrap him like this. Having had his fill of Saela's mouth, Oluth proceeded to lift the small Syphaerel above his head and flip her sidewise, slowly lowering her before him, her face towards his spectacular torso. As she descended the leaned in, slurping her pillowy, elastic lips along his cockhead, obscene noises coming from the way her mouth burbled in his shiny precum. Down he moved her, slowly letting her kiss, suck, and lick along the gigantic cumslit that ran the awesome length of the bottom of his shaft. She swirled his stream of precum around her tongue, lips, cheeks and face, blowing bubbles in it and greedily swallowing it, inch after inch of turgid fuckshaft slowly passing before her as her head approached his floating balls and my eager-to-please cleavage. I was not going to let Saela take all the glory, so I raised up a little and seized one of Oluth's titanic testicles for myself, slurping and licking and sucking on it's ridged surface, savoring his flavor as I let my mouth drool freely, coating the big sweaty nut in a shining sheen of slobber. Saela licked the very base of his shaft where it disappeared into scrotum, whimpering lustfully as her upside-down breasts splayed along Oluth's cockmeat, hooking her knees around his horns to hold her weight and free his arms, using his head like a jungle gym. Not to be left out, Valsivale let his balls drop, the one I'd been sucking finding a snug space between my now mega-massive tits where it started coating them in prespunk and sweat and my own saliva, the other dropping right onto the Enchantress' face as she knelt to work her own mouth magic upon it. Now the three of us licked and sucked and worshipped his balls as one, Saela switching between the two as Valsivale and I tended one each. Our saliva intermingled on what was becoming the gooiest scrotal sack in existence, and for a brief moment I actually felt a sense of slobbery sisterhood with the other two members of my harem. We lived to please this bull and we knew it. The three of us moaned in stereo, Valsivale's voice was low and husky, mine a melodic alto, and Saela's high and silver, almost a whine as she finally let herself slip lower on his torso, now hooking her knees over his shoulders. She sunk her head between my mammoth breasts, chasing the fat ball they were concealing. I could feel the suction and hear the sound like a pop in reverse as her magically enhanced jaw and lips stretched, completely absorbing the whole huge balls. Valsivale was fascinated and turned to lick and suck my tits, parting them this way and that glance at the absurd, erotic, obscene sight of the little elf girl with a mouth full of ball meat that was larger than her head, upside-down between a pair of impossible breasts Jealousy overtook my sense of sisterhood at the sight of Saela doing what I could not hope to, and I rocked my torso to and fro, pummeling her head around with my veritable avalanche of titmeat. This only seemed to pleasure Oluth and he placed his huge hands onto the backs of Valsivale's and my heads, forcing us to worship his other giant sack-boulder. We kissed and licked and slurped, occasionally meeting when we wandered into the same hemisphere, sharing a brief slurpy kiss before moving back to our appointed task of ball-worship. Saela stayed buried between my breasts with his other nut buried in her mouth, and this continued for what may have been half an hour. Finally the great myrnotaur's ball bag had been satisfied, each testicle bloated now and full of rich seed. He pushed us all away like toys, now leveling his endless shaft at our faces, smearing its flared head all over each of us. Soon we each glistened with prespunk, our faces shiny and red, our breasts heaving as we panted out our wanton, whorish lust for this ultimate alpha male. Saela finally put her new ability to better use, stretching her lips and jaws wide to sink Oluth's cockhead deep into her gullet. While she was not any deeper than she'd been before, her width allowed her to negotiate his length better, sinking perhaps two whole feet of throbbing thick fuckmeat all the way into her throat. Her deep-seated gulping, gagging, choking noises were almost hard to listen to, and we drowned her willing discomfort out as we moaned in tandem, attacking what remained of his shaft with our mouths, licking and slurping what Saela could not reach, our mighty tits lobbing his superlative seed-makers all over the messy puddles that our bosoms had become. Oluth groaned and pulled Saela off of himself after this had gone along for a considerable span, wiping his throbbing yard of glazed cockmeat off by fucking up between mine and Valsivale's tits, our combined breasts squishing together at first, then hers slipping to rest atop mine, giving him almost two feet of breast meat to pleasure himself selfishly between. The friction of our bosoms rubbing together lit a fire in my pussy, and I locked eyes with Valsivale as our lips locked around his protruding cockhead, communicating an understanding that she would not have needed to be an empath to interpret. Oluth leaned down and squatted before us, his dripping balls resting in the grass as his cock throbbed above. Tenderly he re-arranged us, pushing me back to lie down on my back with Saela on top of me, resting the back of her head on my enormous pillow stack. As he spread their legs, Valsivale walked around and asserted herself beneath him so that his balls rested on her face instead of the ground, eagerly licking and lapping them. He poised his cock at my entrance and gave a triumphant snort as he plunged in, my eyes watering at the feeling of such fulfillment. "Oh Oluth!" I cried, hissing as he just teased two inches into me, then pulled out to rapidly give Saela the same treatment. While she was far more accommodating, her face still contorted in that mix of pleasure and pain that only a man like Oluth can deliver correctly. Pulling out of her he aimed back down, feeding me three inches now, then Saela. This continued, 8 inches, 9, 10 inches being fucked first into me then into Saela on alternating strokes. Saela rolled and arched her back on me as he stuffed her, grinding the back of her sweating head into my cum-varnished megatits, one of her hands freely attacking her own clit, the other reaching down to pleasure mine in a gesture I found downright considerate, my own hands free to tear at the grass and pound the ground to offer some relief from the magnificent fucking that Oluth was giving us both. As he tested the limits of our cream-spewing pussies, Oluth's balls swung back and forth across Valsivale, veritably beating her face up and down with each swing, making her countenance a mask of sweat and precum and Saela and mine's juices. Eleven inches for me! Eleven inches for Saela! A foot for me! A Foot for Saela! Thirteen inches for me! Thirteen inches for Saela! His speed was increasing, and with it, his power. As he fucked Saela's tiny enchanted snatch, the up thrust of his motion actually carried her hips and ass from my body, depositing her with a slap of skin back down as he withdrew. She whimpered and squealed as she rubbed herself through what may have been her fourth climax, and I rang into my sixth. (I'd cum twice already just from sucking his balls earlier!) My own moans were throaty and hoarse, mingling with hers. One would have thought he was killing the two of us; but then he was certainly slaughtering our poor little cunts! Oh how mine hurt each time he thrust in, yet how empty and sad it felt each time he was feeding his cock into Saela. My mind was doing cartwheels as it tried to catch up to the sensations of my body, but it never could. When he had reached 22 inches, he was bottoming out in each of us, Saela's magical enhancement working to allow her to match my capacity, which had grown slightly the old fashioned way. My body was adapting, slowly changing to accommodate Oluth's mammoth meat and powerful fuckstyle, and I almost felt I had grown something more than a 'G' spot deeper inside.. perhaps an 'H' spot that was reserved for Oluth's masterful monster cock? Now Oluth gave us each a better workout in turn. He started with me, tugging my hips up to meet his thrusts as he pounded faster and faster, easily feeding me 22 inches of cock once every second by the time he'd really revved up. I screamed and clawed the ground, that part of my brain that simply wants to praise the Myrnotaur switching on as he punished me through orgasm after orgasm. "Yes Oluth! YES YES YES!!! Fuck me like the bitch you've made me! Fuck my poor little pussy! Oh baby yes! Look! look how you make even tits this big bounce like they were nothing! Look at how wet you've made your Elvin whore above me! Feel the smack of your balls on the face of the most powerful woman any of us has ever met! You like that don't you? You like taking strong women like us and making us cry and moan and writhe on your BIG BEAUTIFUL HUGE LONG BULL COCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU MAGNIFICENT BULL STALLION! YOU FUCKING ULTRA STUD! YOU TITANIC COCK TYRANT! YOU CUNT KILLING KING! Oluth only laughed as my voice gave out in my hysteria and I finally collapsed weakly after my 52nd or so orgasm let me down. He rumbled as he pulled out of me, "She may not have Elvin technique or powerful magic..." He scissored Saela's legs open and held her sideways as he continued, "But I have to keep her around just for that mouth of hers!" "Mm-hmm" Agreed Valsivale, mouth still full of bull sack. Poor Saela! Oluth must have fucked her for an hour... and I think the enchantment on her must have worn off in that time since my tits had begun to diminish by the time he was through. What a show it was during though! He sawed his three-foot cock in and out of Saela, doing her on one side, then the other, she almost seemed to sizzle like a steak beneath the heat of her passion. A few minutes into this he stood and fucked her standing up, gliding his majestic megacock in and out of her while Valsivale got into a kneel position to continue worshipping his heavy nuts. When he began to use Saela as more of a jack off toy, sitting still while he pumped his arms up and down to pleasure himself with her whole body, the Enchantress leaned up to take his remaining inches of unfucked cock between her tits, titwanking him hard as he masturbated himself with his Syphaerel fuckdoll. Saela's own tits danced in his face, and she grabbed his horns for dear life as he plunged in and out, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her tiny frame. He finished out the half-hour, laying her on her back, legs in the air as he pounded down into her, hips in his hands. Valsivale offered up her breasts again for his balls, letting them bounce off of her pillowy flesh with each thrust, the slap of testicle on tit almost echoing around us. He fucked Saela so hard her ears began to actually droop in response to the fatigue he was driving her into. If I counted right, she came 74 times before he was done abusing her pussy. And he still wasn't done yet! He now grabbed the worshipful Valsivale, reserved a doggy style position for her. Saela and I could only gasp as we stared at his treatment of her. One hand was tangled in her hair, the other wrapped around her body to hold her in place as the force of his fuckthrusts threatened to knock her forward out of his reach. Their sex was downright angry, and it seemed some power battle was still taking place between them. Oluth only let go of Valsivale's hair long enough to slap her ass with brutal force, reddening it instantly. Her face turned red too as he made demands of her. "You're my cow! Say it!" SLAP! "Fuck you! NO!" She hissed. "Say it, human bitch!" He snorted, slapping her ass again. "NEVER!" She shrieked back, clearly cumming hard. "You just spent two hours sucking my balls, Valsivale. Give this up. You've lost." She reddened even deeper as he rubbed her face into this fact. It was as though he was still metaphorically rubbing her face into his grinding gonads. "Fu-Fu-FUCK YOU!" She sobbed raggedly through another two orgasms. Suddenly he pulled his cock out, letting it rest atop her ass. "Say you're my cow or I won't fuck you anymore." She bit her lip. She beat a fist against the ground in a tantrum. She growled in frustration, rubbing at her pussy defiantly for a few seconds, then finally lowered her head. "I'm your cow Oluth. I'm your bitch. Your slut. Your spell-lobbing cum gobbling ball-licking whore. Are you fucking happy now?" "You tell me!" Growled Oluth, suddenly stuffing her with twice the cock he had before. She was bottoming out around 20 inches and he tilted her hips, now pounding her into the ground, the earth beneath them literally trembling from the strength of his awe-inspiring thrusts. Valsivale's pussy began to bubble and froth, squirting out an almost endless geyser of juice as he shoved his cock into her through orgasm after orgasm. Her hands, knees, and tits became grass-stained as he continued to work her like a miner; he was tapping into a rich vein of girl-cum deep inside her, drilling deep to liberate each drop, the orgasms she was writhing through merely a consequence of his superiority She had cum somewhere over a hundred times easily I think, by the time he flipped her ass over head onto her back, sprawling on the grass. Oluth's balls visibly throbbed and he wrapped his huge hands behind his head, aiming his massive cannon at all three of us where we lay, jacking and beating himself off with our combined, slick juices, our nectar and his precum and slobber, and sweat glistening in the sunlight. The first shot struck me between the tits, it's velocity was so great that it drove the air from my lungs and I gasped as the tremendous wad spilled up and over my face and back. Saela struggled to her feet to get closer as he roared his way through the second, an even bigger salvo catching her in the stomach. Her Syphaerel body was light and the blast actually knocked her from her feet, propelling her perhaps seven feet away into a puddle of cum. The next shot was for Valsivale, a gooey cat-sized wad of bull-spunk catching her full in the face, matting her hair all the way through and sealing both eyes closed. She spit out a mouthful of cum as she blindly tried to move. "Swallow my load!" He commanded as he jammed his gaping cumslit to my lips, holding my shoulders in place as his colossal shot overwhelmed my mouth, my throat, my stomach to spill back up and out down over my tits. \ Perhaps showing off now, he revved up his stroking and arched his hips slightly, plotting the trajectory of a fifth load soared into the air to come down on Saela's head where she lay so far away. Valsivale seized his cannon, jamming it between her tits as he blew another rope of thick seed, the remains exploding from the top and bottom of her cleavage. He grabbed her hair and bent her to swallow a load before coming back and doing the same to me. Barely any of this one could stay in my mouth as I was still fighting to contain the first. My Minotaur Ch. 04 We lined up and he smacked our tits with salvos of jizz, firing another six shots, one at each of our breasts, making sure none of our orbs escaped a fine corset of white seed. Three more shots painted our faces. Another two were forced into Saela's mouth, her eyes wide as she filled her whole body up, threatening to cry cum in addition to the rivers that seeped from her lips and nostrils. Dear reader, if you can keep count of the number of cum blasts he'd let loose from his long-tortured balls after unloading another 14 on all of us, painting our lips, eyes, hair, legs and stomachs in rich seed, shooting shots high into the air so that they rained down upon us in horny torrential downpours, then you have the advantage of me, for I cannot. As he finally panted, his cock subsiding, he took in his handiwork. We three blended perfectly into the grass around us, which looked as though it had been snowed upon by a small cloud for hours it was so densely white. "Clean each other." He commanded and then smiled idly as Valsivale and Saela and I all took turns licking one another's bodies completely free of the bull's delicious white cum. We all curled up together then, falling asleep on one another, breasts being used as pillows in all directions, Oluth's cock hugged between us, the subject no doubt, of Saela and Valsivale's dreams, as it was my own. My Minotaur Ch. 05 My Minotaur Part V: In which Lady Ailara Does Some Shopping Submitted by SizeQueenSupreme on Thu, 2008-02-07 16:19. At Long Last: Here it is. Wow. I thought this story was going to be a short interlude, and it turned into the longest one in the series to date. I feel the parts from the male perspective came out about as awkward as I thought they would, but I'll be curious to see what you all think. * * * I glared. I fumed. I stamped my feet. "I do not care how many tantrums you throw, Ailara. We are NOT going back for your wardrobe. We're leagues away from that place, and besides, it was, how do you humans put it? Ah yes, a pain in my ass to carry mile after mile." Oluth snorted. "But I shall have to buy all new clothing! Don't you understand that every item in that chest was the HEIGHT of fashion? I would not be seen in public withou-" But Oluth interrupted my protest. "AILARA! Do you see these tears streaming from my eyes over your horrible predicament?" He asked. "I can see none of them..." I said hesitantly. "EXACTLY! Now march, you ball-licking, impudent wench!" And I marched. * * * Oluth had taken to a most annoying habit as we walked. In the absence of my wardrobe, he instead chose to carry Saela, letting her sit on one of his broad, sculpted shoulders. It was not long however before he was sampling dangling her by her pale thighs, upside-down, letting her curl her face up into his swinging scrotum beneath the loin cloth. As we walked the slurpy sounds of her lust became a constant annoyance to my ears. It had a different effect on Valsivale however...as Saela sucked and worshipped Oluth's monstrous soft cock and heavy balls, the Enchantress' hand would occasionally drop down, giving her clit the lightest of flicks in response to her arousal. The nipples of her massive, frustratingly large breasts were clearly erect, straining forward against her shirt as though guiding us to our destination. Come to think of it, so too were my own. We trudged along, her sucking sounds going on for miles and miles, but he finally set her down as we reached the bottom of the hills surrounding the strange city. Saela seemed woozy, whether it was from the heady musk of the balls she'd been sucking so persistently, or being upside-down causing the blood to rush to her head I could not be sure. "I do not think Ailara's husband will find us here. We're a great distance from where they last saw us. Still, be on the alert for other dangers." Oluth instructed. Valsivale began to fish around in one of her larger waist-pouches, "Just a moment dearies, I have something somewhere for you all..." She handed us each a small glass marble. "These are enchanted. Just hold it in your palm, close your eyes, and think of a person and you'll see them inside your head. This way we can keep track of each other." I tested mine, thinking of Oluth... it was like looking at him through another's eyes, but it seemed to work fine. "All right. I am going to see what I can find out about Ailara's husband's pursuit. You ladies do as you wish. We'll find each other later with Valsivale's glass beads." Oluth commanded. And we went our separate ways. * * * Sometimes I wish to curse Oluth's name to the heavens. I wish I could curse those big, deep brown eyes, that perfect musculature that ripples with strength and vitality in every motion he makes, that deep rumbling voice which seems to command my heart to dance at its every intonation, not to mention that endless cock which he uses so well, seeming to force-march my pussy over a league of pleasure each time he fucks me... ...I realized with embarrassment that I'd actually just had an orgasm even as I just tried to stay angry at Oluth. It could not be done, damn him. Well, first things first. Where were we exactly? I wandered up to the nearest slack-jawed peasant, a teenage boy whose eyes seemed to be trying to jump ship for the ocean of my cleavage as I approached. "You there, wastrel, what city is this?" I demanded. "I-I'm no wastrel ma'am, we're all equals here in the free city of Scarnia." He muttered back. "Well you're not my equal boy, but my thanks for the answer." I turned from him even as he stammered to say something else. "Stuck up bitch!" He managed while I was still in earshot. "In my own lands I could have you tortured, killed, and then tortured some more for saying that." I shot back with edge. "Well you're not in your own lands." He said, raising his middle finger in what I must assume was some sort of offensive gesture in this place. He was right though. This land was strange. The buildings were square, the streets made of solid unhewn stone, and everyone seemed incredibly wealthy for peasantry. Their clothes were clean, their hair immaculate, and horse-drawn carriages seemed to flow in a never-ending stream through the streets, as if everyone could afford to own a team. It may have been the effect that Oluth had on me, but I was quick to notice sexual features as well. Most of the men here seemed to have well-packed trousers; none so impressive as the great Myrnotaur of course, but easily more than anything the peasant males back home might have been appointed. Then there were the women; how was it possible that all could have such large, firm breasts? They seemed to defy gravity, barely bouncing as they walked, none my size, but all larger than what might have been back home. Ah, but here there was reason! As I wandered the streets I chanced to glimpse a woman whose shawl had slipped, and beneath this there was clearly a strap over each of her shoulders. These women had some garment that enhanced their bosoms. I had to know more. "Peasant wench, what is lifting your bosom?" I demanded of the next woman I saw pass. "WHAT?!" Here eyes went wide and her face went red. "Your teats, peasant. What holds them in place?" "A-a-a Bra?" She sounded confused. "If I knew that, I wouldn't be asking, now would I?" "You're horrible." "No. I'm better then you. Now scurry on, I'm going to find where they sell these...'Bra' things." And again I was off through the streets. It took some time, and more agonizing conversations with slow-witted, slack jawed peasants who did not know their places for me to finally be directed to a tailor who sold this "lingerie". Everywhere I went it seemed no one bowed before me, addressed me with the proper respect a lady deserves, and a few even started to lecture me about how they had no monarchy or aristocracy here, that they all made decisions together in some sort of "Dumbocracy." Aptly named to say the least. But the brassieres fascinated me! The tailor was a pleasant little man who could not conceal his merely adequate hard-on at the prospect of measuring me. An elaborate series of lengths were taken, around my torso, my breasts, and rib cage. When finished he whistled. "Milady," He had learned to address me with respect at least "These are the largest bosoms I've ever seen. It will take me some time to fashion you a bra adequate to the task of supporting the weight of such a superlative pair." I beamed at the compliment. "I think I shall have to call it an i-cup." He rubbed his hands together with glee. "Explain to me how it works." I said. And he did, showing me the whole system of measurement. From this I deduced that little Saela was a mere DD cup, and Valsivale's pair might have been a mighty J cup, though she would never have need of a supportive garment. Of course with Valsivale's magics upon me, mine would have been at least in the range of KK or even L cup. I requested him to make one bra in each of these sizes, and his eyes bugged out of his head. "I'd really prefer to measure each of these women in person, milady." He said with anticipation in his voice. "Oh, go masturbate into a thimble. I'll be back with money when the bras are complete. How long do you think it will take?" He scowled at my words. "They'll be ready tomorrow morning, Lady." "Adequate." I grumped as I went out the door. The nearest bank still accepted my husband's name as my own in credit, and the sack of coin I left with was almost as large and heavy as Oluth's scrotum. Curious, I turned my attention to the marble and decided to do a little eavesdropping. What Valsivale did not warn me of the little glass stones, was that if you looked through someone's eyes long enough, you started to cue into their thoughts and memories. By and by I came to know how Saela had spent her whole afternoon, the Syphaerel language of her thoughts somehow understandable to me, and I processed all in her own inner-monologue, far more upbeat than my own. * * * Story II; In which Saela gets into trouble with the law. It had been a great morning! I had spent all of it feasting on Oluth's fat balls, giddy as a mere 80 year old brat while he carried and fed me! (*Saela is more than 80? I shall have to taunt her mercilessly for this...*) Oh but they were tasty! How can anyone's man-fruit be that large and that delicious at the same time! Oh and the fuckings he dishes out! It's true what they say back home! Once you go Bull, you'll always be full! I hope someday I can take him all! If only he didn't come with that awful Ailara, she's like ten gallons of bitch in a five gallon jug! (*What? Why you little...*) Oh well, she's probably just jealous I'm cuter than her! (*Oh it is so on...*) She'd be hot if she weren't such a prude of course! I guess I'll have to content myself with fantasies of Valsivale until she learns to be nicer! (*What?*) I hope she does the same with me! Humans are so limited in their choices! If they lived as long as us they'd understand that you get BORED with just one gender to screw after a few centuries! So this is Scarnia huh?! I've always wanted to come here! So much to see and take! * * * I flit down the street, keeping close to walls; I didn't see any other Syphaerel so it was important to try to keep my ears underneath my hair. You can never tell how humans are going to react to one of our kind. I was going to need money for a few things. Clothes for one; I didn't want to have to borrow from the bitch-goddess Ailara ever again; I've never been so humiliated. (*Good*) Also it would be nice to get Oluth something to thank him for allowing me to enjoy his succulent sack all morning. I think the only thing he owns in the world is that loincloth, and it's not getting any less tattered at this point. Hmmm... Shall I play it straight? Steal a lute and then play for coin in the marketplace? Nah. Humans are bad at keeping their stuff safe! I tiptoed soundlessly on the hard grey ground. Men's coin-purses were an easy start, my deft fingers unbinding knots and palming bags away at every turn. I picked three pockets by the time I'd made it to my first merchant stand. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'll take that blouse, and that long skirt there...yes, thank you...Could you shorten the bottom a little...my legs aren't quite so lengthy." As she turned to grab the scissors, I re-arranged her stand meticulously, my hands a blur as I pilfered two more shirts, a short skirt, a broach, and a strange white garment, a sort of strap that looked almost as though it might fit Oluth. By the time she'd turned around, all was secreted away on my person, the shirts and pants and bolts of her cloth nudged one way or another to conceal the absence of all I'd taken. I took a few crowns from one of the coin purses and handed them over; generously tipping the woman I'd just robbed blind, and traipsed down the street. I'm about crotch-to-eye level with most tall human males, and I couldn't help but notice how each one seemed generously endowed for their kind. Sylvans are much better hung than most people suspect, but a number of humans can hold a candle to them. But these men seemed different. Ah! The straps, of course... each one supported his undercarriage with a sort of stretchy hammock that lifted and defined the package better. Not a bad invention, I hope Oluth will appreciate it. (*She'll never find one that fits the great bull... but on the other hand, one that doesn't fit might be even more delicious*) But there must be something better...Oo look at those statues! I crept up to another merchant stand. Amongst other busts and little stone carvings and sculptures, he had a whole series of pieces depicting Myrnotaurs! They were not quite as impressive looking as the real thing, but they were nicely made, some in battle with axes or spears, and a few others who seemed to be about to take advantage of human women who looked to be at once terrified and aroused. That pretty much sums it up! I carefully cast a handful of smaller coins behind the man, and as he turned to view and pick them up, three Myrnotaur statues went into the satchel I'd snatched moments before. When I turned to escape, however, I was greeted by an awful sight! "Hello darling. Have you missed me?" Evarell grinned maliciously at me. How had he gotten here? "Ex-Fiancé, how did you...?" "You just couldn't keep to the plan, could you, little slut. Here I wasted so much money on a couple of Aurkish thugs to kill you so I could go weeping to your family for your inheritance, and you just had to be cockcharmed away from me by some hulking bull bastard." "So that's how they caught you off guard!" I knew that situation had seemed all wrong. "Well I don't see your mighty-membered moo-cow anymore. Did he ditch you at the first crossroad after having his way with you?" "No, he's—" "—Not here right now regardless. And you know what is here? More Aurks...by the gods they work cheap!" My bastard ex-fiancé's smile widened as two burly green pig-men came to stand beside him. Then I was running. I tore back the way I came, ducking between and under people as best as I could while the three men followed me, Evarell's Sylvan speed allowing him to almost grab me. Then I found myself running into a semi-circle of guards. "Oh thank the gods! Officers this man is—" "—Going to stand aside while we arrest you for looting 47 people in 22 minutes." Two guards shoved Evarell back as a third and forth slapped manacles onto me. Quick math told me that a cold cell for the night was better than a cold knife between the ribs, so I merely stuck my tongue out at my ex as the humans led me to a tiny cell. * * * Why did I have to get the smart jailor? He was a single middle-aged human posted to keep watch on me, my copious pile of looted objects on the table just outside my prison. "All right little miss, I don't think al little thieving is something to get all bent out of shape about really. So here's the deal pretty one... if you suck my prick, I'll let you out of here." I looked out the window. Evarell was standing with his arms folded across the street, a glint in his eye as he beheld my face looking out. He ran a thumb across this throat and pointed to me, letting me know I was a dead woman the second I left this place. "No, that's okay Mister. You can leave your prick out of this...I uh, I want to do my time." The Jailor pondered a moment, the peeked out the door. "Oh I get it... You don't want him to get you, do you?" I sighed. "No sir." "Then come here and suck me off or I'll make you leave." Gods be damned! The arrogant little man swaggered over and re-chained my wrists to the bars of the cell so that my face was right at crotch height. He dropped his trousers and strange crotch-hammock to produce the smallest cock I'd ever seen. Eagerly he shoved it against my lips, and I almost sobbed as I began to lick and slurp around it. The thing was maybe 5 inches when I'd finally gotten hard, and amongst my people, the men are almost born at that size. (*Haha! this is the best day of my life! Suck it you stupid Sylvan slut! I hope Oluth ditches you here and we never see you again*) It did not take long before the thing went off in my face, producing much more human spunk than I thought might come out of such a little thing. I was unable to wipe my face in the aftermath, and simply glared and glared from beneath my new white mask, biding my time. * * * Story III; in which Valsivale takes over. I turned away from Saela's mind, as her story got remarkably boring after that. The sad little wretch just sitting in her cell and moping. To her misfortune the Jailor had stamina, and seemed to wander over about every hour to drizzle her face in another thick load of seed. It's a wonder what such dramatically lesser men can do sometimes. Now I turned my thoughts to Valsivale, viewing her day, a little astounded as the emotional tapestry of her existence slammed into me. * * * Lust, lust fear jealous desire lust envy lust lust. As soon as we'd entered the gates of Scarnia I remembered why I both reviled and reveled in the city. So many people. So many strong emotions. I wandered the streets slowly, loving the men loving me. I could feel their eyes crawl over my flesh, their anticipation, lust, their intimidation at my cultivated beauty. Oh yes little boys...I feel it. I feel how bad you want me. I look so good. I want me too. Ngh yesss... I'm so sexy.....fuck I'm hot... yess (*I had no idea Valsivale was so arrogant!*) Then the waves of envy come to follow Ooohhhh my, oh those broken hearts and scared minds. You're thinking of it aren't you, women? You're dreading the thought of your men on their knees for me, worshipping me, serving me... oh you should be...oh your jealousy gives me such power! (*I wondered if my feelings were so embarrassingly transparent to her.*) I would have to enjoy this properly. Over drinks. To the tavern! I found a small pub called "The Happy Hen" and got myself a table. Now the fun would begin. * * * The first great thing about this bar, was the general jovial mood. You can do more with happiness than you might think. You can force people to dance for your amusement. I flicked a wrist and gathered the golden joy into my palm, admiring the tint of this emotion before doing exactly that. Tendrils of light caressed the chests of a dozen people in the crowded establishment, and in a mass exodus they proceeded to stand and pick out partners. Soon they were grinding out on the floor, their loins taking over for their heads, and the air became charged with lust and desire. I gathered the strands of desire, and let it grow a moment, the balls of it swelling huge between my palms. Its purple light filled the room, causing a few heads to turn. With a flash I distributed it suddenly throughout the place; throwing everyone desire and lust back onto them, causing physical changes to reflect their desires. Buttons flew across the room as blouses gave way and bras snapped. Ripping sounds came from men all around as cocks filled out and balls sagged larger and heavier, their strange undergarments giving way to the new prodigious weight. I licked my lips as I surveyed the new kings and queens of sexual conquest in this place. One woman's breasts were now almost the size of Ailara's, billowing up out of her blouse. I gave her a lurid gaze and flicked a little power through it, beckoning her to me. Oh that sweet Ailara...I would one day make her my own, and pleasure her as even Oluth would have difficulty rivaling. She would be mine, oh yes, she would be mine. (*WHAT?!*) But in the meantime, until I could have Ailara, this tavern wench would have to do. She crept up to me, swaying her hips, crouching to rest her new massive breasts upon the sturdy oak table. "C-can I get you something miss?" She asked, her nipples clearly erect. "Yes. You see that man over there with the 14 inch cock?" I pointed at him; he was waving his new dick around in the air, amazed that the strength of his desire had tripled its size. Below this was a pair of goose-egg sized balls, straining at their own sack for all their mass. My Minotaur Ch. 05 She gaped at this, his huge cock standing out even more than the rest in this chaotic scene. There was not a man left under nine inches in this place, and the lust only kept growing and growing, feeding me more fodder for other tricks later. "Yes I see him...wow...wow look at that thing...ooo..." A hand dropped to her skirt, her fingers testing her clit out as she half-listened to me. "I would like you to bring me a brandy-snifter full of his cum. Do I make myself quite clear?" "Yes ma'am..." She said in awe of my revolting request. I leaned back and beckoned two men with less copious endowments to come and kneel before me, placing one of my feet on each, leaning back with my legs spread on this pair of human footstools. Another woman was summoned to kneel before me next, her pendulous new breasts nearly dangling to the floor as I pointed to my glistening slit and made her lick. I watched, blissfully, as across the room the huge-breasted woman knelt before the 14 inch megastud, wrapping both her hands around his meaty flesh pole. I'd like to take credit, but my magic had nothing to do with the quality of the blowjob she proceeded to give him. It did not have one of those delicate, tentative beginnings no,... her lust carried her away, and after whipping her head up and down his column, almost chewing it like an ear of corn, she was cramming his huge cocktop right into her mouth. Even in the noisy lust filled room, in which the moans and groans and creaking-wood sounds of an orgy starting up were loud, her gulping slurpy sucks were audible. The slurpy sounds of her blowjob were sweet news to my snatch, and I waved a finger, quadrupling the length of my cunnilingus slave's tongue, squirming a little in my chair as she shoved it deep up inside me. Meanwhile the incredible show on the dance floor was getting attention. A man hand begun to plow my waitress' pussy from behind, cramming 11 inches of magically enhanced cock deep inside her as she continued to impale her throat on my eventual drink's dispenser. Another women lay on her back beneath the waitress, sucking on her dangling tits for all she was worth, her own legs spread to receive a vicious 9 inch prod pounding away. As the 14 inch stud finally started to cum, she yanked his big hose down into the rim of a glass and milked his balls with expert precision as they blasted wad after thick wad of cream into it. At the same time my hips bucked in the throws of what would no doubt be my first orgasm of many. My foot-stool slaves fondled and fingered the woman licking me off as her throat convulsed, gulping my juice as it rolled from me in a river of pleasure-honey. The Waitress came back with my glass, disentangling herself from the orgy to present it to me with a bow. "Well done. You may fuck him now." She clapped with glee, tits and eyes both wild, before scampering back to jump into his arms and onto his cock, fucking him while standing against the wall. I leaned back and drank deeply of his rich, hot spunk, savoring the taste before swallowing. Then a strapping lad with ten inches bowed before me. "May I please fuck your pussy, Enchantress?" He was a bright boy, but out of luck today. "No, I save this for a bigger and better man than any here. But you may continue where the last left off and lick me." "Yes ma'am!" He saluted, and knelt before me. Guards came eventually, but they too were only swept by my spell, and soon the tavern was filled with over 100 people having sex, the lust feeding me as slave after slave licked and fingered me to orgasm after orgasm. * * * Story III: In which Oluth makes everything right. I had to stop watching Valsivale, the wave of her own pleasure too overwhelming for me to concentrate. It's a good thing too; because that's when my husband's men suddenly burst into the restaurant I'd been eating in. I do not know how they reached me so quickly, but soon I was trussed up and being paraded through the streets with a column at my side. My first was still clenched around the marble, and I finally took a chance to peek in on Oluth. * * * It is almost a relief to have some time to myself. Oh how they fight for my attention. (*Can you blame us Oluth. Come save me quick!*) Ailara... she is fair, and strong in her way, but oh that attitude. I will one day break her of it, if it is the last thing I do. And Saela is nice, but perhaps I should not have let the small one pleasure me this morning... I ache for release yet do not know where to find it. Valsivale scares me as much as she arouses me. I do not know if I can keep her in my thrall, she may not be suited to a harem. But we shall see. Now then, what to do in town? I should get some trail food so we can allow Saela to stop foraging for us... and find out if anyone has taken note of the movement of Ailara's husband. I should like to see them try and claim it. I cast my head about, so far above the views of the humans beneath me, and I grow uncomfortable with looks the women give me as I pass. I have seen those looks before on the faces of three very difficult women, and I do not know how many more I can take before I lose my mind. I'll admit I am sometimes disturbed at how coarse I become with them...how rough... how almost cruel in the way I treat them as harem meat. Yet I cannot deny that it is impossible not to abuse the very power they seem to give me so willingly sometimes. Ailara really wants to be put in her place, she just doesn't realize it. (*What?*) Oh and if only they knew what they were missing from my sex. So far they climax so easily when I use them for my selfish pleasure. Imagine what joys they might no if they actually let me pleasure them, devoted myself to their fulfillment instead of my own. (*Oh gods, he wasn't even TRYING?*) Perhaps they would not be able to survive such a thing. I shall have to continue being... coarse, if only for their own safety. Yes, that is the way. Now, as for this.... "Scarnia", First things first. * * * My footsteps slapped loud against the smooth stone walkways of this strange city. I was grateful for this, because it masked the quieter slap of my bullhood as it smacked between my thighs. Do not misunderstand me, in the presence of lesser males I enjoy the effect that just the very sound of my cock has on fragile egos, but for keeping a low profile in the city, it can be a nuisance. I had not gone far before I suddenly found myself looking at my own features, artistically rendered, with a sadistic look in my own eye. I snatched the wanted poster from the wall and snorted as I read the thing. "Myrnotaur Marauder, wanted dead for the following crimes: Theft, Kidnapping, and the murder of one thousand guards! 10 Sovereigns paid for good information on his whereabouts, and 100 more to the citizen who will bring me his dismembered phallus." Beneath was the magistrate information for Ailara's husband. He had made a huge mistake in approaching the bounty this way. By lying that I'd already killed a thousand of his guards, he was only giving me permission to do exactly what I'd feared. The only way he would get near my phallus would be when I clubbed him to death with it. A few residents caught me looking at my own wanted poster. I arched my back so that I towered over them and glared with contempt, showing them I would slap them away like the gnats they were if they tried a thing. They thought better of it and crept off down the street. My ears flicked at one comment I heard. "Awww, we wouldn't want to get between Mad Malarial and a bounty anyway. I heard she once stopped a competing head-hunter by sticking a fork through each one of his balls to nail him to his chair" He seemed truly frightened as he said it. It would seem this bounty Huntress had something of a reputation. My kind care greatly about that sort of thing, so I would do well to respect it and continue laying low. The wanton slaughter of my pursuers and inevitable cockbludgeoning of the tiny lord of Ailara's would have to wait after all. I would have to gather the others in time, but a drink would be in order first. * * * Something was wrong in this tavern. My nostrils flared as the thick scent of sex filled them. My ears were greeted with an unending chorus of moans, groans, grunts and cries of pleasure. There were squishing noises, smacking sounds, the unmistakable rhythm of testicles taking a toll on a willing ass. I heard gagging, choking, slurping, sucking, coughing and retching. It was almost as if this bar was not packed with people, but just filled with one giant wriggling pink entity having sex with itself. And in a manner of speaking, that's exactly what was happening, for I glimpsed the Enchantress Valsivale sitting in the corner, cooing in delight as a line formed to feed on her dripping vagina. She punctuated her enjoyment by occasionally flicking her wrist in such a way that it sent a bolt of purple energy to someone else in the bar. When she did this, they redoubled their efforts at whatever sex act they were performing, or had an orgasm, or became abruptly better endowed. It was like she was handing out treats to pet dogs whenever she felt gratified. I growled before I spook, and the bass boom of my voice cut through the noise of the tavern, bringing near silence—though a few horny humans could not stop mid-fuck—as I glared over the scene. "Valsivale, stop this at once. This is wrong!" "Oluth you magnificent stud...We've been waiting for you." She slurred, looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes. She seemed drunk... but the snifter she held seemed only to contain a large volume of human sperm. Perhaps she was intoxicated on the lust she'd generated here...or drunkenness itself was an emotion she might feed off of from the locals. I could not be sure. "Well I'm here now. Release these people from your thrall and let us take our leave of this place." I reasoned. "My Thrall? You make them sound unwilling... these people never had such fun! And look what I've done to all the boys... they get to have just a taste of what it's like to be you all the time. You wouldn't deny them that, would you?" Indeed as I surveyed the scene, every member in the room seemed out of proportion with the man who wielded it. They did seem unusually overjoyed. "It's an illusion Valsivale. They'll go back to their normal lives after this... unable to live up even to themselves like this. Now come here, woman!" Now she scowled. "Oluth, I'm sensing a lot of anger in you...you wouldn't to give me that now would you?" She held out a hand, a ball of that painful red light filling it. She was right. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, pretending I was again putting up the facade of a mindless slave, calming myself to the core of my being. She cast out her hand to throw her red lash of energy at me, only to have it flicker and die before it could reach my position. "Oh damn your composure!" She spat. Then brightened "Hey everybody! Fuck the Myrnotaur for my amusement!" Suddenly the tavern was filled with noise again, the wave of human flesh rising to encompass me. Sweeping my arms I spilled people left and right, but the distraction left me open to one of Valsivale's purple blasts of raw untapped horniness. My already bloated balls strained against my sack as my cock rose into instant erection. I was an animal then, my craving for release overtaking my desire to put a stop to this situation. Men seemed to wilt around me as my proud shaft unveiled itself from my loincloth; even those with the preposterous mega-tumescent organs suddenly had a look of inadequacy about them as soon as they took in my 36 inch cock. Where the men were reviled, the women were enflamed, surrounding my huge bullhood with hands and tits. Tongues licked and lapped at my muscles from all sides, moistening my every crevice and ridge. Kneeling between my thighs, six mouths competed for my tremendous dangling meat-bombs, plush lips sucking at each titanic nut, tongues pushing them around, constantly trying to steal more moist ballsack. The feeding frenzy was too much for me to take and I let out a deep moan. I grabbed the tallest of the women by the ears and forced her mouth over my head, pistoning my hips just a little as I threatened to split her lips with the sheer volume of pre-seed I was now shunting out of my balls directly into her gullet. Valsivale smirked arrogantly at me from her throne of people and winked at me. She turned in her snifter for a massive beer growler, mocking me with a spigot-turning gesture and a leering glance towards the gang of women fighting for my balls. She meant to have my seed it would seem. I wrapped the cocksucking woman's tits around my shaft and fucked them as I fucked her mouth, growling in approval as women spiraled around my cock to encompass the rest in cleavage. There were perhaps 8 pairs of mammoth bosoms on me, squishing against one another in all directions. Valsivale shot a couple blasts into the crowd and suddenly my balls were encased in warmth; two women had been blessed with enhanced mouths to each swallow one of my huge stones. This was too much and my fat fuck-fruits swelled to the size of pineapples in preparation for an explosion that would threaten to drown the very city we were in. "NO!" I growled and whipped to the side, spilling women left and right, balls and cock exploding from horny mouths with echoing POPS of vacuum. The tower of tits that had been pleasuring me jiggled in complete disarray, breasts smacking breasts in a staccato of slaps, rippling as the women who owned the mammary glands pulled apart and used their hands to still the shaking and sooth the bruising. Valsivale looked disappointed. "I'm not leaving until I've had your cum Oluth. You belong to me now." She sneered. "You will drink only when I give you leave. You will stop this now. Or I will MAKE you stop this now." "How pray tell do you plan to do that, cutie?" She scoffed. "I know you won't injure these women to get to me... and they'll put themselves between you and I at all costs to get your seed." "I'll show you." I said with resonant calm. Then I began to do exactly what I do best. As I took a step towards her and the swarm of women surrounded me, I grabbed the nearest and laid her on her back on top of the rest, surfing her on the crowed into position such that I could spread her legs. With a savage grunt I fucked into her. I was not gentle, but neither was she dry or unwilling. My vast prick shaft quickly found her deepest depth and stopped just perfectly. From that one thrust she died a little death on my manhood, writhing and moaning on top of her horny cadre of sisters. But I was not done with this first tavern wench. Swinging my hips my balls slapped past a half dozen tongues and faces, swinging to and fro as I began to add thrust after thrust to my routine. The woman's orgasms seemed to be multiplying, her cries of pleasure and bleats of joy drowning out all other commotion. The crowd supporting her turned her one way then another, corkscrewing her such that my yard of meat could penetrate her at every angle. When they doubled her over so that my penetration was completely maximized, she gave a single shriek, seemed to suffer a seizure of sorts, and then passed out limp on my weapon with a smile of complete satisfaction on her face. "You cannot possibly fuck your way through every woman without coming!" Valsivale taunted, tilting the huge stein meant for my seed this way and that. "Actually, I can," I said without boasting, "But I shall not have to. Behold." Turning to the crowd as I withdrew my turgid shaft from my first victim, this causing a massive sucking noise followed by the wet smack of my hard cock sounding against the hard muscles of my torso. "Anyone who would like the same treatment that she got," I said nodding towards the passed out woman, "should bring me Valsivale." Valsivale's eyes widened as her own throng turned from me and rushed to her, fighting for the chance to grab some part of her. She tried in vain to gather more energy, but the crowd's enthusiastic vigor jostled her too much to keep focused. "But... but my magic!" She stammered as she was rushed before me. "Don't you get it?" I asked as I stepped forward to drop my huge balls directly into her face as I had when we'd first met. "The lust I generate is far stronger then what you can create with your spells and invocations. Anyone you charm through sexual desire will still ultimately be more beholden to me." She might have said something, but she could only helplessly blurble into my scrotum. I lifted my sack from the top and bounced it mightily onto her features, the crowd laughing at her stunned expression and red face, this act of humiliation toppling the proud enchantress from her place of superiority. I proceeded to teach her a few lessons. "Lesson one, Valsivale. Your face belongs to me. Whether I want it as a plate for my balls to rest on or a canvas to paint with my precum..." And here I did just that, stepping back to dot her face with thick globs of pre-sperm, milking them out of my shaft with both hands, plumb-sized puddles dotting her cheeks, jaw line, and hair. "...there is nothing you, or any magic, can do about it." Her education continued as I hard the crowd come closer and bring her slightly lower. "Lesson two. Your tits are mine." I mauled and groped her unnaturally firm, round spheres, first gently, then firm. I toyed with her nipples. I gently slapped them to the left and to the right. I leaned in and licked them before sucking them almost whole into my comparatively huge mouth. I arched my pelvis up and smeared my balls, oh so close to release now, all over them. Then I beat them around with my dick a little. She pouted and stammered and whimpered as I abused her poor chest. I'd be lying if I said I took no joy in doing it, but I will admit that I almost sympathized as she lay helpless before the awesome assault my cock delivered. Finally I fucked it up between her mounds, using the pressure to milk a thick stream of precum right between her eyes, the crowd laughing as she whimpered helplessly and tried to blink it away to no avail. "Lesson three. Your pussy is only for my pleasure, not yours." I stuck a thick finger deep inside her, drawing more chuckles from the audience as she squirmed and writhed on it. Then I leveled my cock in both hands an proceeded to smack it over and over against her straining clitoris, my speed increasing as she bit her lip and struggled in vain, unable to escape or get more from me. Beckoning the crowd to tilt her up slightly, I ground my hips up, letting the friction of my shaft rub against her, feeling her juices drip down over my balls as I sawed her clit over and over, towering cockhead punching the bottoms of her breasts every time I let it glide upwards. "God Oluth, fuck me please!" She begged as my taunting continued. I cruelly pinched and tugged a swollen horny nipple as I simply continued my snatch-teasing ways. Her clit looked ready to burst and sweat poured from her. She was struggling harder now, fighting for two kinds of release at one time. "Tell me what you've learned." I said. "Ungh! no, just fuck me!" "No. That only happens when I want it to. And I don't want it to happen until you've regurgitated the lessons of the day." "Oh Gods damn you Oluth." "I can wait all day. Watching your whole body shake each time I grinds your clit doesn't ever get old." I calmly said, doing just that, watching her tits jiggle as she shuddered in response. "Fine you hung bastard. My face is yours. My tits belong to you. My pussy is only for your pleasure. NOW FUCK ME!" My Minotaur Ch. 05 I placed my head at her entrance and just held it there, barely spreading her netherlips with my tip. "Say please." She moaned in agony. "PLEASE!" "Good girl." I said, finally slipping my cock inside of her. She instantly came hard, squirting enchantress juice spraying out over my abdominal muscles and cock. For ten minutes she bucked and writhed through orgasms without me moving at all, a mere five inches of my fuckstick inside of her. Women again swirled around my thighs, pressing their breasts against my log-like quadriceps, hands reaching out to offer comfort and support to my swollen gonads, cupping stroking and massaging them as I finally began to fuck Valsivale properly. The enchantress never had it so good! My cock pounded home, perhaps 23 inches or so impaling her over and over. My thickness was such that her constantly flooding snatch almost turned inside out each time I withdrew, eagerly trying to suck me back in to her innermost recesses. Clouds of magic discharged around us, the fuck frenzy robbing her of the ability to control her powers. She sobbed in catharsis as my cock drove its point home for the 100th time, the whole audience now slipping slightly in the sheen of her cunt cocktail, wondering if my thrusting would ever stop. But I was not done. I threw her over the bar, hands encasing the globes of her ass as I fucked her harder and harder, my swinging balls doing damage to the fine mahogany wood as they slapped against it with every thrust. The audience began to count each time she screamed loud and squirted in obvious orgasm. "104! 109! 117!..." They shouted, gallon after gallon of juice erupting from her. After 147 times, she was clearly exhausted, weakly mewing as I savaged her insides with unrelenting fury. "Now Valsivale, I'm going to give you just a small taste of what will happen if you EVER show me such disrespect again." "mngh, guh, whhhaa?" She managed, hair matted with sweat against her face as she turned back slightly to look at me with tired, terrified eyes. Grabbing a fist full of her hair I grabbed an ass-cheek and pulled to one side, suddenly smashing my drooling weapon deep inside her other hole. (*by the gods...I can hear her scream from here!*) The tightness of her ass was such that my balls could no longer hold off, and they began to shoot the largest load of my life, instantly overwhelming her writhing ass, the pressure popping her from my cock and dumping her with a crunch onto the other side of the bar. Roaring with white-hot fury I turned and pumped my huge cannon in both hands, firing leg-long sprays of boiling bull-spunk indiscriminately into the crowd. The force of this load was preposterous, and where one of my shots struck a maiden's face, her head snapped back clear to the floor...another salvo struck a tavern wench's thigh and knocked the whole limb out from under her, collapsing her as well. Wherever my white shots touched, patrons dropped to the floor, a shoulder-hit spinning one through the air before landing in the puddle of fuck-sauce, creamy blast to the stomach doubling one into the fetal position, a gunk-rope to the mouth totally blinding one so that she slipped to join the orgy of limbs writhing around in my mega potent pudding. My nuts were bouncing from the force of each blast, and I tucked a couple of pretty faces comfortingly behind them as I continued to rain my white wrath upon the lusty audience. I picked the women out one by one, beckoning each forward to get a mouth full of Myrnotaur seed, feeding the patrons fuck stew by the bowlful. When my 33rd shot had fired, finally tapering down to a finish, I was looking at an army of white faces and tits and limbs. The women were all connected to each other by thick, gooey strands of ball chowder, all cooing in ecstasy, all moaning and turning to devour it off of one another. In the midst of this distraction, I picked the unconscious Valsivale up from behind the bar and slung her over a shoulder, my cream still dripping from both her holes. Surveying the scene I clucked my tongue. "I do not envy the human responsible for cleaning this place up." Was all I said before taking my leave. * * * I dropped my marble, suddenly crying out in orgasm as I finished perceiving Oluth's world. The guards holding me look astounded as I moaned, one hand squeezing the hell out of my right nipple as the other dropped to cup at my moistening pussy. "What's gotten into her?" "The Myrnotaur must have broken her brain." "Wow, he turned her into a nymph." "I was back at the palace... that fucker has like a mile long dick." "Damn!" "I know. I can't even look at my wife anymore. I just feel sort of ashamed and tiny." "Wait, don't you have like a fat nine inch cock." "Yeah. Doesn't help after seeing that...thing." "Damn." "I know." Suddenly there was a thunderous crunch, and Oluth smashed through the wall right next to the table I was being held hostage at. The guards scattered like toys as he nimbly scooped me up and ran right across the room, smashing through the wall on the opposite side. "You'll pay for that!" Shouted what must have been the restaurant owner through the hole he left behind. "NO I WON'T!" Oluth shot back, effortlessly striding with both the Enchantress and I under one arm. "Take a left into that shop!" I pointed him towards the brassiere fitter's place. "Why?" He asked. "Trust me just for once?" I offered, helplessly winded as my breast flopped in unrestrained motion from his mighty strides. "Oh very well." He grumbled, destroying yet more plaster as he entered the shop. I flailed my arms, grabbing the merchandise the tailor had set aside for me. "WHAT THE HELL?" He screamed in the chaos. Then our back was to that place. * * * Oluth breezed past Evarell in the street, who turned red and tried to look away from the Myrnotaur as he passed. I pointed towards the cell and against my better nature simply said, "Saela." The Myrnotaur turned, and kicked down the sturdy oak door of the prison before putting me and Valsivale down. I held the exhausted Enchantress' head to my breast, actually feeling a pang of sympathy for her. The fact that I now knew she was attracted to me didn't hurt either; flattery will get you everywhere with me. The Jailor was getting sucked off for what must have been the sixth time by Saela as Oluth strode into the room. The little elf looked bored as she slobbered on his knob, bobbing her head just slightly and looking downcast as her chin easily plunged into his testicles. The Jailor eyes grew huge as there was suddenly a soft cock over three times the size of his own in every dimension flopped out in comparison. Oluth grinned as he wagged his dangling manhood through Saela's bars. "Where does the line form?" He asked in jest. Saela looked up, love shining in her eyes as she spat the inferior prick out. It wilted almost instantly, like it was trying to escape from Oluth's titanic sausage. "Boy am I glad to suck—erm—I mean, see you!" She said as he casually brushed his elbow into the side of the Jailor's head, knocking him out cold. "You can do both." He offered as he wrapped his hands around the bars and flexed his awesome pectorals to begin ripping them their frames. She licked and slurped all over the head of his prick as he worked the bars free. The pangs of jealousy struck me again, so hard that Valsivale actually stirred in her sleep a little in response to the potent emotional wave. "Come on Oluth, I know you can rip those out TWICE as fast as you're doing it now!" I screeched at him from the doorway. "Of course I can." He echoed back, not picking up his pace at all as Saela danced her slippery little tongue along every inch of the underside of his cock. I recoiled and pouted as he finished the task, grabbing Saela under his other arm before turning to scoop us both back where we were. "Enough of Scarnia he asked?" "Enough of Scarnia." I agreed. * * * We ran on the open road, I using the marble to scrye on our various pursuers and anyone watching the procession would have found it quite a sight. One colossal, gorgeous, bull of a man running east with three maidens under his arm. After that, a lone woman with blonde hair, riding a black horse in pursuit, whoever she was. Following her, Syphaerel male with a couple of Aurks by his side. Then there were the two columns of my husband's guards marching triple time to try and gain on us. Let us not leave out the contingent of city guards coming after Saela. But worst of all the veritable avalanche of women. Oluth's legend from the tavern it would seem had spread quickly, and to the rear of all our antagonists, there now swelled a hundred or more wanton, beautiful cockstunned wenches, each wanting her own little piece of My Minotaur. Mine. My Minotaur Ch. 06 It was, dear reader, a most trying time in the life of this lady. The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier, Saela and I were becoming soaked to the core. My decorative parasol was no match for the weather, and in time the dye of my dress was fading, revealing the frigid, supple skin beneath, my nipples pointing the way for us as my teeth chattered. Saela's inferior little bust was also completely visible through her white blouse, and she cupped her bosoms as we ran. We were running because of the second problem; the horde of horny whores that felt the need to follow Oluth. Even as his conquest of their bodies from the tavern surely must have been fading into mere memory, they still longed for another taste. Oluth's footprints were not easily hidden either, the now-muddy ground gave way to his immense weight and left a path we could not take the time to conceal in our haste. Our haste was due to the third problem, some woman on a horse, who outpaced our other pursuers. She was tenacious and had even begun to stress Oluth's mighty lungs. He could outpace the beast, but its rider seemed willing to savage it cruelly to keep up. We were running out of options. As we stopped for breath, Valsivale presented a new one. "I can Disconvey us to a new location, Oluth." She said. "What does that mean?" I asked. "I can transport Oluth and me, instantly, to a new location. There is some risk though." Oluth snorted as he panted. "What about Saela and the huge-titted one?" He asked. "It will only work on the two of us; we will have to leave them behind." She calmly explained, Saela and me looking at one another nervously. "Is that really true?" He rumbled. "Yes." She said firmly. "That's how the enchantment works." "Let me rephrase." Oluth Said. He grabbed her by the arm, and pressed her to her knees before him. Using his new undergarment to its full advantage, he hefted the cloth sack containing his humongous cock and bull-balls and dropped them firmly on her head. The weight of them pressed her into the mud several inches. "I ask again. Is it really true that you cannot simply 'Disconvey' us all at once." She hung her head, dazed from the weight of him, reminded of her place yet again. Then, looking up on her knees she trembled a little as she spoke, "No it is not true. I can take us all." "That's what I thought you said." Boomed Oluth, helping her to her feet from beneath his huge pleasure-pouch. The Enchantress closed her eyes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was warm. Wherever Valsivale's magic had swept us, agreed with me tremendously! It was dry, and warm. "Where are we?" Saela asked. "Not quite where I intended." Said Valsivale. She seemed worried. "Let's just hope that he's n--" "HOPE THAT HE'S NOT WHAT, VALSIVALE!?" A mocking voice abruptly intoned. The Enchantress turned her head swiftly to take in a gaunt, handsome man who stood on the other side of the sunny clearing we found ourselves in. "Byrzabyre!" Valsivale gasped. She did not look happy http://mail.google.com/mail/?shva=1#compose "Oh dear, I've surprised you, haven't I?" He drew his hands in towards himself, sucking a strange orange energy from our general direction. "Surprise is such a strong emotion, isn't it little 'Vale?" He laughed as he pointed both fists and shot a cloud of it around us. My chest got tight, and I found that I could not bring myself to move. My eyes alone could flick about, and with them I saw my companions all suffered the same malady. We watched helplessly as this Sorcerer weaved his magics, creating a long table with six chairs in the middle of the clearing, then waving his hand to produce a vast feast. When he was done he turned back towards us and gestured again, unlimbering us from our paralysis. "Sit... eat... friends. You are about to be witness to a little show." We all sat, or so I thought. When I had taken my place I saw that Oluth still remained stiff. The Sorcerer was smarter than to let the mighty bull free. Saela muttered something in Sylvan, but bravely tucked into the meal, gorging herself with a little bit of each part of the feast. I jealously wondered how she could maintain such a svelte figure with an appetite such as this. "Let the Minotaur go." Valsivale said firmly. "No. He shall be the prize." He replied. I could take it no longer, and finally slapped a hang upon the table. "WOULD ONE OF YOU TELL THE REST OF US WHAT IS GOING ON!" I commanded. They both looked chagrined a moment. Then both opened their mouths to speak at once, and catching each other in this act both snapped them shut. Finally Valsivale spoke. "This is Byrzabyre. We studied together once." "We did more than that." He volunteered. Her face took on the look of a woman who regrets having been bedded by the town drunkard, and you didn't need emotion-sensing powers to feel the waves of regret and revulsion coming off of her. "Yes. We played at being lovers as well. But he caused it to end badly." "I did!? You brought me shame beyond repair!" "CHILDREN! ELABORATE!" I shouted once again. Here they froze, neither one seemed to want to tell the whole story. Finally Bryzabyre cut in. "It doesn't matter. I challenge you to a duel of magic, Valsivale, for the disgrace you brought upon me that haunts me to this day." She did not hesitate. "I accept. The myrnotaur and freedom will be our prize." "And if you lose, I get to humiliate you however I wish. And the Bull." "We are agreed!" She nodded. "Wait..." I tried to cut in. "I shall choose as champion..." He scanned the tree-line, seeming to think. "I chose... Thaxis, the Satyre!" And a small, goat-legged man stepped from the clearing, seeming to have been waiting for this moment. "What are you..." I tried to cut in again. "And I shall choose as champion..." Valsivale also scanned the tree-line, but suddenly snapped her gaze in a very discomforting direction, "Lady Ailara!" It was at this moment my attention had just been caught by the ten, limp dangling inches swinging between the Satyre's legs, and I only half-heard her to snap my gaze up to her face?" "WHAT!?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 'Valsivale! I am no warrior or street fighter! I will not champion you in this sick contest!" I folded my arms and turned my head. She looked to Byrzabyre. "Isn't it adorable how she thinks she has choices?" She said, flicking her wrists, magical tendrils forcing my gaze back in her direction. "Don't worry Ailara. This isn't a fight; it will utilize your finest talents. Our rules state that duels be settled in the way that the dispute itself came up. As ours was a sexual dispute, this shall be a sexual duel." "No! I...Pick Saela!" I protested. Valsivale shook her head. "Goodness no. Our dear little Sylvan friend does not have you level... *and here she strode to my side, lifting one of my massive breasts in both her hands* "...of talent." "Now this is simple. I'm going to march you to the open part of the clearing. The Satyre is going to attempt to fuck you into a state of utter, mindless, submission. If you don't fight back in attempting to subdue him first, he will win, and none of us will get to have Oluth anymore. Is that what you want to happen?" The thought of losing the Minotaur caused my heart to leap in panic. She was right. I had to do this. "Very well. But you OWE me." I snorted as I willingly crossed to the leering Satyre. Well I could have had worse opponents I suppose. He was strangely handsome in a goat-humanoid sort of way. His face was nicely chiseled, his muscled beautifully sculpted if not nearly so large as Oluth's, and... oh for the love of the Gods, was I really going to try justifying this to myself? I would sooner fuck ten peasants then this monstrosity! Yet here I was. "Be gentle." I pleaded at him. He responded by reaching out, grabbing my shoulder and shoving me roughly to my knees. The sadistic beast dangled his soft cock into my bodice, squatting to let the head of it play about within the warmth between my breasts as he leaned down to savagely kiss my neck. I must admit dear reader, that while the latter action was forceful and crude, it awakened some sleeping tingle between my legs. The Satyre knew how to use its mouth. "Point!" Barked Byrz, flicking his wrist, seeming to gather the lust from me that the Satyre had generated. He blasted it back in the monster's direction, causing the pendulous member between my tits to grow a little. It seemed this game would be scored based on the feelings the Satyre and I would create in one another. Two could play at that game. I shimmied my torso, tossing his cock to-and-fro with the weight of my breasts, slapping them together around the fat cock. The creature's head rolled back and it made a bleating, moaning noise. "Point!" Valsivale said smugly, gathering this lust and hitting me with it. I felt my pussy instantly moisten. The nature of this duel was becoming clearer. I fished out the creature's hairy, plumb sized balls from around his cock and moved my head in to tongue lash them, whipping my normally ladylike tongue across each one, slapping the flat of it against each big orb, tenderizing the hard nut-meat with my tongue, a hand snaking down to stroke his stiffening cock where it poked between my tits. My eagerness seemed to catch him off guard, and Valsivale plucked his lust to feed my lips this time, enhancing their size and softness. Wasting no opportunity I used this to my advantage in further gobbling his balls, pursing my lips around them and slurping hard, hugging his left one with both lips at once, sucking it in and out, virtually fucking my moth with his big fat cum-egg. This too served us, and I could feel Valsivale pressing our advantage further, causing the slobber in my mouth to heat up and tingle, his cock swelling in response to the sensation it created for his scrotum, shoving me back slightly as it sprung up to full erection. I made a mistake now in gasping at the sight of his size, perhaps some 20 inches bobbing before me, and he took his advantage fully, swinging his hips to let me feel the weight of his cock against my cheek, knocking my head back. That feeling was indeed enough to arouse me, and Byrz blessed his champion with magic, making his testicles swell to absurd proportions, now twin dangling coconuts swung heavy and intimidating before me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, smearing my whole face into the huge sack, overwhelming me with sweet, pungent musk and raw virility. Another moan escaped me, muffled by the great ball-bag, and I could only fight back with more licking and sucking. I would not be able to capture a ball in my mouth any longer, but at least I could do what I could to still pleasure him. My big lips were a big help here, managing to cover much of his bloated fuck-fruits even at their new immense size. He moaned and we were both hit with new magical rewards simultaneously. I felt his first, a droplet of precum that had drooled down his cock rolled onto my nose and I tingled with pleasure. I had to fight with every ounce of my being to avoid rearing up to licking his cream and rub it into my face, that urge would finish me rapidly if I gave into it. Instead I felt a strange sensation in my jaw, and discovered Valsivale had imbued me with a new talent. Looking up at the Satyre with a new confidence I opened my mouth wider than was physically possible, and sucked both his new huge balls inside, my cheeks being stuffed full as I reached up to massage them both, rolling his balls against one another in my hot mouth. He lost that round, moaning and even gasping a little, not expecting the sudden sensation. Gleefully I pulled back, only slowly letting the huge hanging gob-stoppers pop from my mouth, licking my way up his cock to the tip, moving from my kneeling position to a more controlled squat I could now control this a little better. Valsivale's magics coursed through anew as I reached his tip, my big cushy lips now vibrating as though impelled by some unseen bow. I pressed them to his helmeted cockhead, letting them vibrate as I gently sucked, still fighting the urge to give in to his precum. The magic of it was strong, but clearly not imbued with quite enough power to overtake me yet. He made a mistake in placing his hands to the back of my head. My cocksucking talents were proving to be quite a boon, and I knew that I had Oluth to thank for them. If I had encountered a cock like this when my husband's was still the only one I knew, I'd be completely unsure what to do, but thanks to the great Mynotaur, I was well-prepared. I plunged my head forward and inhaled. The first sound was an unnatural sucking noise; as though the whole forest could be counted on to hear the slaking of my cockthirst. Then there was a sort of gagging noise, but this was suddenly cured by a magical blast from Valsivale, and I progressed deeper, soon throating the whole of Satyre's mighty cock, neck bulging in places to contain the sheer girth of it. My vibrating lips were now pressed into the pendulous balls, and he moaned again. Now two more rewards shot my way, my tits swelling up to the size of hulking boulders of flesh, wobbling heavy on my chest, and my throat seemed to gain a life of its own, teasing and taunting him with pressure from a dozen different angles. His balls began to swell, and cruelly I arched my back, cupping them with my tits as he began to emit a primal roar, signaling me of his impending orgasm. His first shots were overwhelming even to my magically enhanced throat, and I had no choice but to pull back, taking load after thick pearl load to my tits, face, neck and pussy. Thank the Gods that I had won, dear reader! For the pleasure-inducing quality his pre-spunk had emitted before was now ten-fold in strength with his actual load. I moaned and writhed in the shower of him, rubbing it into my flesh wherever it touched, savagely sawing my hands into my own aching cunt, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from myself, I screamed delighted in my triumph, "I've WON! I've WON! Take that GOAT! You CAME FIRST!" I looked over to chide Valsivale even as I frigged myself and saw her face crestfallen, head in hands. "Ailara, you idiot!" It isn't to first cum. It's to sexual exhaustion. You just gave up ten points." "What?" I asked. But I counted in my head. I had cum eleven times. With his one orgasm canceling out my ten, he had indeed pulled into a terrifying lead. And terrifying it was! His body was awash in blasts of purple lust energy that Byrzabyre sucked from me and shaped into new enhancements. The Satyre's muscles swelled, his cock grew in length, girth, and what appeared to be stiffness and his balls grew even more. A crazy light of omnipotence danced in his eye as he leapt towards me, letting what now seemed to be a 34 inch cock drop hard onto my face, crumpling me to the forest floor. I blinked, dazed from the impact of his now-impossible club as he stepped around to the front of me and pinched my nose shut, forcing me to gasp. In a final oral assertion of his new prowess he crammed the whole of that cock inside my mouth, overcoming even my magically enhanced throat to draw a nasty long gagging noise from me; his now canon-ball heavy nuts battering the top of my head, making me see stars. If this move had been designed to stun me, it worked, and as he withdrew his now glistening cock, trailing messy ropes of juice all over me. He gave each of my tits a harsh swing of his club-like cock, knocking them each about before hooking a leg over me to position himself at my entrance. When he drove that monster inside of me, it was like the heavens themselves opened in addition to my poor little netherlips. He split me wide and drove deep, pulling my pelvis up to meet him. He battered into me until his tinge-inducing head pressed against my innermost wall, causing a great wail to come from my throat. He withdrew slowly, letting his flanged head rake my walls to bring another orgasm up from me, sweat beading on my brow as my body fought to both contain and reject his cock. When he'd pulled out all the way, my pussy spewed forth a veritable geyser of nectar, spattering him with sweetness as he beat his cock gently against my clit, prolonging my orgasm with expert timing. I wasn't sure what the next bolt of purple had done to enhance him until he pressed his cockhead back inside me and started to thrust home. His hips became a supernatural blur of pussy-pummeling power, his organ sawing into me with all the grace and speed of a hummingbird's wings, over two-feet of massive cock entering and leaving my body multiple times in the course of my heart's fast beats. I gasped and moaned, coming over and over. I could not retaliate against this assault, so I tried instead to escape, spinning onto my knees and trying helplessly to crawl away. Valsivale's could barely stand to look at the spectacle as my huge tits pooled in the moss of the forest floor. "Come ON Ailara! DO SOMETHING!" She screamed as the laughing Byrzabyre through bolt after bolt into the Satyre, only making his powerful attack more pleasurable and brutal. He grabbed my hips and stood, dumping me face-first into the firmament, tremendous balls like jugs of lead smacking into me hard as his impossible fucking continued, railing me to orgasm after orgasm, the count long since lost as he used me for his pleasure. I couldn't hear anything, my world a white noise of my own moans and screams of pleasure, not protesting or welcoming the preposterous pounding I was enduring, only letting my mind be subsumed into a white-hot empty place of pure erotic enjoyment. He swung me around and braced my bent-back against a sturdy tree, standing back slightly to lift one of my legs to be even with the ground, fucking his whole log into me as more purple bolts yet enhanced his performance. He stuffed his meat into me, giving any viewer a look at the obscene stretching my pussy's mouth was receiving. It was like I no longer had labia, only thin strips barely visible in glimpses between the slap of his battering balls. My clit felt like it would fall off, and I knew I'd have to cry for his mercy if this didn't stop soon. My eyes rolled in their sockets and I realized that even if I could keep from yielding I would still be fucked into total unconsciousness soon at this rate. Should I hold out and risk being injured permanently, or stop this to my shame before Valsivale? And to lose Oluth forever either way! Then the Satyre got greedy. Deciding, perhaps, that he didn't want to be finished with me too soon, he pulled me off his cock and dumped me to the ground yet again. Pressing himself down on top of me, he positioned his cock betwixt my ass-cheeks, and abruptly slid himself inside. Swinging a leg over me and tugging my ass up, he sort of sat on the bottoms of my thighs as he slowly stuffed himself into me, folding my body in half to maximize the penetration of his cock. His greed might serve him well yet, as I was confident that this new blend of pleasure and pain would knock me out the moment he drove home. As his cock devoured inch after inch of my ass, I began to feel woozy and blink. My vision was fading. But through it all I saw a sight that made my heart leap with hope. Oluth, freed from the paralysis strode abruptly next to Byrzabyre and kicked him with a giant foot in the side. The sorcerer flew threw the air and hit a mighty tree, collapsing to the ground. The Satyre's thrusts slowed and his cock shrank; now railing my ass with a comparatively merciful 10 inches. It was a wonder I could feel him at all. My Minotaur Ch. 06 Oluth strode to join us, abruptly slapping his lengthy soft cock down onto my back, covering the whole of my spine with it over the Satyre's head. The Goat mean stared at it and blinked. The rumble of Oluth's voice came from behind him in a threatening, soft, growl. "Mine's real. Yours isn't." "I'll just go." Said the Satyre, humbled, even as his member still dripped with over an hour's worth of my gushing cunt's ejaculations. As the blue-balled Satyre clip-clopped back into the forest, Oluth snorted. "I suppose you thought that was pretty impressive, hm Lady Ailara?" I could barely whimper my response, "I...I have never been fucked like that in my whole life, Oluth. N-not even by you." "That's true." He nodded. "That's because I've been holding back, remember? Let us give you a taste of what I can truly do." My eyes nearly shot from my head, but my ravaged pussy pulsed eagerly. There is little else it thinks of these days, save for sex with Oluth. "You look for too exhausted to start this off. Come here Saela; prepare me for this poor woman." He beckoned with a single huge finger. Saela undulated her way to our position and took up residence between the great Bull's legs, worshipping her way across his balls and cock with dough-eyed reverence. "How do they taste, today?" He asked. "Potent milord. Full of thick cream and heavy." She managed between licks. "Perhaps someday the selfish Ailara will be good enough to share with you hm? But this is her turn. She must know where I stand." His yard of cock was now mostly stiff, and he let Saela give it a slow, slutty Elvin kiss goodbye before lying on his back. His long, strong arms reached out to lift me delicately and set my on his torso, my pelvis bucking a little to grind my clit on his rippling abdominal muscles, grating myself along them as a peasant washes its clothes. Do not dispute me dear reader, peasants are not like you and I, "it" is sufficient in all but the rarest cases with their ilk. As my juices flowed in gushing rivulets down his ridges and valleys, making his muscles gleam, he leveled his tremendous cock for my face, slowly guiding my head down to suckle his tip. The lips Valsivale had granted me were most well-suited to the task of slathering across so ferocious a prick, and I smacked them sluttily as I slowly sunk him in. He brought his huge tongue to bear, letting it slip from his mouth and lathe up and down my wet lips where my ass presented them to his face. So vast was his tongue, that he could lap the entirety of my netherlips with the middle of it and still flick a generous portion of its tip up to slap away at my clit, triggering a fast-mounting orgasm. I do not know how to explain it properly, dear reader, but if you will indulge me, even one orgasm from Oluth felt better than what I'd just endured at the hands of the Satyre. Something in his sureness, his strength, his skill, and his sheer masculinity brought me wholly out of myself and sent me sailing to be one with a universe of climactic delight. If what Valsivale and Byrzabyre could do was 'magic', then Oluth performed Miracles. As he tongue-lashed my cunt, the great Bull then placed his fingers on the back of my head, locking them together and slowly exerting force downward, forcing my inadequate super-throat to take more and more of his cock. I was only halfway before it began to give me trouble, ripping great nasty gags and gobbets of precum and slobber from me, my drool poured down the underside of his shaft from my slutty lips, pooling in the vast cleavage betwixt his enormous testicles, mingling with the Elvin saliva that still moistened them, even now. At the rate he shoved me, my nose was soon IN that puddle, making proper breath impossible, and I half drowned with his shaft ravaging my throat and the mess I was making being inhaled through my nostrils. Even as I squirmed uncomfortably, Oluth demonstrated another gift, making his tongue make two completely different motions at the same time, twisting back and forth between my gushing cunt-lips and slapping up and down on my clit. His speed increased and I came again, harder than I had all afternoon. I do not know what physicians would say of it, but something about losing the air I was losing only boosted the dream-like state of overwhelming erotic release. Just when I thought I might lose consciousness he pulled my up by the forehead, allowing me a gasp and retching fit to unthroat the remainder of his presperm. I coughed the mess all over his cock, knowing this would please him, ground my pussy against his tongue, trying to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible. Oluth grinned, well-pleased and lifted me again, this time sitting slowly down onto the top of his cock. I reached back and grabbed his horns for support, my tits splaying outwards as I gasped and trembled, slowly lowering myself down on the colossal column of cockmeat. As usual, it was like my womanhood had died a thousand little deaths, and gone on to a different, perfect heaven in each of these tiny afterlives. As I slid down, pussy-gobbling a preposterous amount of him, Oluth placed his palms upon the ground band arched his back slightly, seeming to set himself up for an optimal position. Then he took off, and I saw what a pale and flaccid substitute magic was compared to the great Bull. His cock impaled and unsheathed from my pussy at a pace that made the Satyre's enhanced hips seem to move at a standstill. I was nowhere near taking all three feet of him, yet his balls still swung high enough to swat me right on the clit with each pump of his hips. I could not describe the sound of them as a slap or strike, because the speed with which his thrusts flung them was so great it was more of a blurred, constant noise, one I could not have imagined prior to experiencing it, and that my pen does me poor justice in trying to convey to you now. Not that you could have heard the sound anyway. My own throat had found new strength despite the reaming it had received, the battering it had endured, and the endless wails my vocal chords had already produced this day. I do not know where my body found the resources to make more noise, but the noise it made could have driven a banshee away with fear. My howls of pleasure and insanity ricocheted off the tree trunks and echoed into the woods. Wherever the Satyre was, he was sure to know at this point that he was being thoroughly, completely, out-done. And, dear reader, there was so much... fluid. Sweat beaded on my skin, and, perhaps since he was putting effort into it for the first time ever, Oluth's as well, beading to gleam on his gorgeous muscles. His precum gushed inside me, only to be rejected over and over, spilling down his cock at each withdrawal, mixing with the sopping product of my endlessly creaming gash to puddle across his tree-trunk thighs. Sweat and slobber burst from his balls in a spray of decadence each time his swelling nuts slapped home on my sex, speckling my already wet flesh with new lust. Impossibly, his speed increased again as he stood with ease, spinning me run that perfect tongue across my chest as he drilled me only harder and better. His tongue slapped my wobbling tits all over my chest, replacing the sweat that collected there with his hot saliva, eyes clenched in concentration and pleasure as he poured himself into the magnificent fucking he was giving me. The beast in him was out now. Savage. Wild. Dangerous. Devastating. He picked up the speed and bent me over while still holding my aloft with one hand bracing my belly now, his free hand moving to maul and spank my ass for his own selfish pleasure. There was a moment in this span that my pussy went completely numb, losing all sensation together, my mind somehow unable to process the sheer amount of feeling that overwhelmed it. But then, it all came flooding back, as if you've covered your ears moving from a quiet street to a noisy market and suddenly let it all pour in at once. My world went white dear leader, and the last sight I remember seeing was Oluth's eyes widening at the sight of my pussy blasting out a jet of juice so forcefully it threatened to set me in flight... then all was black. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke I know not how long later. Saela was gently kneading my brow with a cool cloth. My whole body ached, my ravaged pussy practically packing its bags to take leave of me in protest. At the same time, I'd never felt more satiated or at peace with the world. I only smiled, feeling nothing but love for the little elf, like all the disdain and mean-ness had been fucked from my being. Of course it would not last, but I let her continue to work, saving my cruel barbs about her age and inferiority dissipate from me with ease. She spoke softly to me as she ministered to my brow. "So I guess what happened, is that Valsivale and Byrzabyre dated a long time. Apparently, there was some disagreement between them about when their relationship actually ended. Byrz felt it was obviously in the Spring, and that when he took a new lover in the Autumn, Valsivale had no right to be upset. It is Valsivale's contention however, that Byrzabyre had not stated his intentions to withdraw from their courtship until the Winter, and that when she caught him stuffing his magically enhanced manhood into the local barmaid in the Summer, she had EVERY right to cancel the spell out, letting the wench experience how little he had to offer without the aid of enchantment." "I see." I murmured. "So he has sought vengeance against her ever since. But after today, he might be done. I think our Myrnotaur's kick shate--" I cleared my throat abruptly and loudly, interrupting her. "My Myrnotaur." She scowled, correcting me and trying to continue her story. "No, OUR Myrnotaur and he--" "MY MYRNOTAUR!" I shouted. This caused Oluth to peak into the tent. "I belong to no one." He rumbled. "If you have no learned that by now, I believe I shall find a new way to teach you." He seemed to think. "Let's see...I've fucked you casually because that's how little effort it takes to pleasure you.... and I have taken you with effort to show you that not even magic can stand up to my prowess.... hmmmmm" He beckoned with a finger to someone outside the tent. "Valsivale, the next time Lady Ailara is caught being selfish, you will imbue me with all the enhancements Byrzabyre gave the Satyre, and I will fuck her at full effort with them. Is this clear?" "Yes milord." Valsivale answered. She wasn't one to take orders, but some sick part of her obviously just wanted to watch the show. "Now then, Lady Ailara. What were you saying to Saela before she was so rudely interrupted?" He intoned. I hung sighed as my whole face fell, feeling the throbbing sensation of my destroyed and ravaged cunt at each of my tiniest heart-beats. "Our Myrnotaur, Saela." I said. But oh, dear reader, how I lied when I said it. End. Continued in My Myrnotaur Part VII: In which Lady Ailara becomes a spectator. My Minotaur Ch. 07 After that nasty business at the glade, we wandered on. As we moved ever northward, we began to hear a curious noise at night, and it wasn't until we were within sight of the source that we understood what it was. The noise of a thousand thousand voices all crying out as one, a constant din and roar. Before us there lay a vast Arena. Saela's eyes widened at the sight of such marvelous architecture, and even Valsivale seemed vaguely impressed. I myself have never enjoyed The Games, but on occasion my husband would bring me along to with him to witness the spectacle and the glory. I never much enjoyed violence, save for Oluth so handily defeating the mansion guards. Ah but how I pined for those seemingly simpler times, when my only concerns were being an outlaw and possibly orgasming to death, spit upon the fattest, longest cock in all the Four Kingdoms. Now I had Competition for affection with a Syphaerel wench, terrifying magical powers to dodge from an Enchantress, and worst of all, the fear that Oluth would simply forget me all together save for when he wanted to make a point about his prowess. "Perhaps this will serve as a good hiding place from that bounty huntress." Said Saela with a shrug as we drew nigh. "Very well. I shall see what humans make of... sport." Snorted Oluth. We found our way to one of the vast openings for people to enter. "Twenty Minae per head, love." Said the proprietor at the gate. The others helplessly looked to me. I rolled my eyes. "I see our functions now. We've a warrior, a wizardress, a skilled thief... and then me. The Rich Bitch. Is that my job?" "No." Said Oluth. "You are far less than that. Now pay." He rumbled. Defeated I unpursed a handful of crowns and scattered them before the swine who dispensed tickets. It was way more than enough, and he bowed with a sweeping arm gesture to show us in. "For this price, your seats shall be ringside, Madame." He said. "You are beneath scum. No, I shall worsen that. You are beneath peasantry. I informed him." He only grinned, "Thank you Madame. Enjoy the athletic display." It is a curious thing about our land. Gladiatorial combat is technically banned here, and thus when displays of violence are to be had, they are not "called" fighting, but rather recast as lectures or displays of art or physical skill. The Sweet Science. The Gentle Art. Sometimes pugilism is recast as a merchant demonstration and is known as The Stern Business. But there was nothing gentle about it. We joined the crowd in only minute amusement as various grunting, sweaty men squared off in fisticuffs, and a few matches with weapons, all uninteresting. My eyes watched Oluth's response as much as anything; he only seemed to shake his head as each loser lost, perhaps mentally figuring out how he would do things differently, faster, better. Finally the fate orator rose and spoke to us all, his mighty voice echoing off the walls. "Citizens! I am proud to report that our reigning Champion has woken, and is ready to face today's bracket winners. The Champion wishes to have a short day of it today, and thus will take them on in groups... 1, than 2 at a time, than 3, and so on. Afterwards, the floor shall be opened to new challengers with a death-wish." I whispered to Valsivale, "This should be good. When my husband used to take me, the champions at least had a chance of being hot... muscled, tall, talented. And I bet he's got a huge cock...." I nudged one of her massive bosoms with my elbow a little, "maybe big enough for you to decide to stay with him? Hm?" My clumsy gambit seemed to have no effect on the Enchantress, and I came to understand why as the Champion's doorway opened. Muscled, certainly, and tall? At least 7 striking feet. But this was no Alpha Male. What swaggered onto the battlefield was Long-haired, blonde, clad in only a pair of furred boots, a tiny leather skirt, and enormous cupped brassiere that barely contained mammories that rivaled my own. In fact she was undoubtedly bigger, but I was somewhat comforted that in proportion to herself, she was only about the same size as me... it's just she was such a big woman over all. "CITIZENS! I GIVE YOU...YOUR....TALI-TANI-TIA!" And the crowed roared in a single chant, "TI-A! TI-A! TI-A!" The first of her opponents walked out, alone, a large and muscular man at 6'5" or so. She eyed him with disdain and as soon as he was perhaps ten feet away, she leapt forward mightily, landing on her left foot and lashing out with her right, a brutal kick connecting hard with this his side. His ribcage visibly collapsed as though she were the rain, and he a house on a mud-sliding hillside. On his knees he groaned for mercy, and she gave it harshly, stepping forward to meet his face with a full-armed heavy slap, his eyes rolling in directions I did not know possible as he slumped over on his side. The next two men to advance on her were crushed together like a pair of beef-sides. Three at once then, quickly dispatched with a flurry of nose-crushing punches and cheek-smashing elbows. Then four at once, one armed with a dagger that found its way into all of her attackers, still gripped in the arm she'd torn from the man's socket. After this last grizzly display, no others would move to challenge the great 'Tia' and she raised her arms to bask in the adulation of the crowed. They were, it would seem, entertained. She was so fearsome in battle, that when Oluth began to move over the short wall onto the battle-field, clearly intending to challenge her I grabbed his loincloth. "No! Don't!" I urged him, "She's a killing machine! You could get hurt!" He merely shook his great head, affectionately giving my left breast a firm squeeze, "You have not learned by now to never doubt me? You are as foolish as you are wealthy, poor slut." And with that, he hopped into the ring. * ** She was fast. Ignorant peasants often think of bulkier more muscled people as being slow, or clumsy, yet the reality is that those muscles provide speed as well as power. Both were on display here. Oluth launched forward in an attempt to grab the Barbarian princess, but found none to grab, the enormous woman simply stepping from his path with a deft twirl. Then her elbow was colliding with the back of his head, causing him to stumble forward. As he spun to meet her, she sent out an arm with a flash, one of those brutal slaps connecting harshly with Oluth's muzzle. He tried to retaliate with the same, but hit only air as she ducked and bobbed up, her breasts a tidal wave of momentum that put even more weight behind another two such slaps, each catching the Great Bull harshly enough to rock his head one way and then the other. For the first time since I'd known him, I saw a new expression on Oluth's face, his eyes wide in response to the stinging pain, his cheeks a slightly different shade in embarrassment. Then both turned to rage and he surged forward, this time managing to grab and bind her arm as she greedily swung for another slap. The two squared off against one another, locking hands and shoulders, fighting for control of this grapple. It was clear that Oluth was the stronger of the two of them, and slowly he forced her to the ground before him, trying his best to pin her arm. Whether his intent was to actually break the limb or merely gain her submission I will never know, because as she fought his grip with one arm, the other snaked up and under his loincloth. From my vantage point I could see her long fingers wrap around one of his pendulous, dangling balls, unable to encompass the vast globe of course, but still gathering up more than I'd ever seen palmed. One squeeze and harsh yank later and it was Oluth who was on his knees. She rose and toward over his half-prone form, sweetly caressing his muzzle in her palms a moment as he vainly attempted to soothe the pain in his ball. She said something that the crowd drowned out, but that I could hear. "You've earned my respect. I'll be seeing you later." She said before abruptly launching one of her toned legs, battering Oluth between the eyes with a single well-placed knee. Down he went, and the match was over. *** It took several strong men to drag the unconscious Bull over to where other surviving competitors were groaning in recovery. The three of us waited by his side, looking uneasily at one another as he slowly awoke. "I..." He paused. "I lost." He finished, and then abruptly sat up, scattering blankets and girls in his haste. Then Oluth was stalking away from us, some unknown expression in his wide bovine eyes. We took a few moments to rearrange ourselves and then ventured to follow, Oluth's massive footprints easy to track in the dirt. They led us into the town that sat closest to the arena and into a large bar. There Oluth sat, quaffing ale from an entire pitcher as if it were a stein, huge muzzle in one of his broad palms. It was a side I'd never seen to him before; he was *sulking* and in a way, it was sort of adorable. I slid next to him on a stool, being careful to grind my breasts into his mighty bicep as I put an arm halfway around his side. "Come on, Oluth honey. You have nothing to feel bad about. She cheated!" "No. She did not." He boomed drearily back. "Okay, fine, she's like some sort of monster. But she killed people out three today. Not you!" "Pardon me if I'll keep my triumphant cheers to a minimum." He replied. Then I leaned up and licked his ear before whispering into it. "Would you like it if the elf-bitch and I got under the table and nursed your balls back to health with our tongues?" I Offered. "HEY! I HAVE A NAME!" Saela insisted with a stomp of a foot. Airily I waved her comment away with a hand, "Yes, yes, Saba or something, I know." She scowled as I looked back to the great Bull. "No. I think I would rather be left alone for now." He said. "Rent yourselves a room here. We'll leave in the morning." I sighed, once again relegated to financial duty, and began to make arrangements with the ugly, fat, peasant innkeeper. *** The evening found me in our squalid, filthy room. I cupped a snifter in my hand as I drank the swill which passed for the inn's finest Brandy. Glumly I listened to the other girls and the rest of the patrons reveling downstairs; but I was not happy. I hated to see Oluth in his current state, laid low in his cups with that sad look in his eyes. Saela was the first to arrive back in the room, tipsy, giggling, and a little breathless. "Hi Ailara!" She said, beaming. "That's Lady Ailara to you." I shot back. "Okay, Lady, whatever." She shrugged. "You wanna come here and snuggle?" She asked. "Oh come on," I protested, "You know I don't like girls." "Liar." She smirked. I opened my mouth to add, 'and even if I did I wouldn't want girls like you...' but she interrupted me before the words could get out. "You regaled us with tales of how you had women massage your breasts every night, back home." I was stunned. "That's different!" I gasped. "Is it?" Said Saela. "Quick! Tell me how!" "Because.... Because... Because shut up. Your tits are tiny!" It was at this moment a long leg snaked through the door, and my eyes rose to take in the form of the Gladiatrix, Tali-Tani-Tia. "Her's might be. But mine AREN'T." She boldly declared in that funny northern accent of hers, crossing to me in two strides and bending, dropping her massive knobs right on top of mine, rubbing their superior size in my face. Again dear reader, I might have had her beat in terms of proportion, but for raw size, she was easily several sizes larger, they sat fat on her chest like a pair of lolling watermelons. Then her hands were on the side of my head and my head was sandwiched between them, lodged firmly in her cleavage. It was not unpleasant! The flesh was soft and pillowy and warm and for the first time I had a better understanding of men's infatuation. Then, dear reader, we three were fucking. *** Tia was clearly in charge, a surprise to no one. She had first hauled me from my chair, lifting me easily into a breast-crushing embrace and a sloppy kiss, her massive lips all over mine like feeding fish, albeit one with passion and sex appeal. Despite myself, I could feel moistening start between my legs, and I gasped a little into her talented mouth, one eye on Saela who watched with a smug smirk on her face, clearly enjoying this invasion into my normal boundaries. Tia launched a hand back and seized the slender Elf by the waist, drawing the little Syphaerel close to us, letting her ogre-sized tit spill to the side into Saela's face. Saela smiled widely and went to work on the huge boob, easily more titmeat than she could hope to grow in her whole lie already in her hungry mouth. Saela suckled and nursed on it, pulling back every now and then to give the humongous hard nipple a good tongue lashing. I was selfishly pleased to see that Tia's breasts did have wide Areola's far less proportional than my own, and this made me feel superior. She angled her body, twisting her neck so that she could keep lip-locked with me, aggressively assaulting little Saela's face with her huge tits, barely letting the Elf get used to sucking one before she suddenly mashed the other up against her, letting Saela's slobber drip from her glistening boobs in alternating tit-punches. Then she took one long finger, and tender slipped it into Saela's breaches, finger-banging the point-eared girl with graceful skill. Her fingers were not especially thick, but they seemed to know just where to go as Saela's face flushed through shade after shade of red. The little one moaned and whimpered, louder and louder as the Amazon probed and poked away, occasionally drumming on Saela's hard little clit with a thumb in varying rhythms. Her other hand roamed to me and impudently pulled my wrap-top apart, exposing my hard-nippled tits. She pulled back, "Not often I meet a sister in size!" She grinned appreciatively as her free hand began to stroke and cup my orbs, massaging and mauling them at once, her long finger covering an extraordinary amount of ground for what I was used to. I moaned in shallow breaths as she attacked my monstrous breasts, whimpering and moaning as she pulled in to suckle my fiercely hard nipples, pushing them in with her tongue, then sucking back until my tit ached with pleasure at how distended it was becoming. Her tactics changed though, and soon she was hungrily wolfing my mounds into her maw, sucking massive mouthfuls of titflesh between her cheeks, availing herself of every ounce of breast-meat I had to offer. Saela gave a strange little cry and crumpled in on herself, the sound of her explosively juicing pussy spattering the floor with its horny output. She bit her lips and beat her thighs as wave after obvious wave of orgasm shuddered through her tiny frame. Tia spit my left breast out, dripping with her drool to command the little one, "Repay the favor my sweet pussy slave!" She cupped the back of Saela's head and brought it to her own smooth meaty cunt-lips, forcing the elf to contend with her amply endowed labia and clit, breath catching as Saela's tongue went to work on them. Roughly she shoved me back a little and sat me down, parting my legs to go to work on my sex in the same manner. Her tongue was large and surprisingly strong, and she used it to pummel and batter my perfect little vagina around. "mmm yes...I taste in you fine living...and cocoa butter....and...." She stuck her tongue deep inside me, bringing a gasp and an orgasm from me as one, my modest coating of syrup disappearing handily between her slurping lips. She pulled back with a moist grin. "And the Bull! He has bred you deep and hard, has he not? It is a wonder how you do not carry his young!" "A lady must have some secrets!" Was all I could manage to gasp back at her, as she abruptly tongue-fucked me to another climax. "Join your little sister!" She commanded me, pulling my head down to join Saela where the horny elf gnawed hungrily on one of her cuntlips. Together we worked in accord to satisfy this hulking nymphomaniac, our tongues parting her sex to reveal her impressive clit, our hand entwining in nasty nectar as our fingers raked across that hard little nub, her massive buttocks thumping the floor as she bucked her hips in pleasure, grinding herself against us in our efforts. Even in orgasm she reached out, seizing her odd loincloth and decoupling its belt and buckle somehow. Then the two of us looked worried as she seized her great-sword where it lay against the wall. We were relieved when she unlatched some hidden catch and unsctuck the handle of her weapon. We saw now that it was in fact decoratively carved in the shape of a massive phallus, flanged head, veins and all. She strapped the belt on and mounted the sword-handle into the belt, giving the illusion of her own, hard 14 inch cock. I was worried it would be cold metal, but I found the grip to be covered in some pleasingly soft hide, not unlike the texture of a semi-stiff cock. She seized Saela and laid her out on one of the tables, shamelessly gouging her hand expertly into my snatch, the orgasm it gave me dumping a load of my love lotion into her palm. Brazenly she slapped that palm up and down her artificial meat, and then, using my juices as lube, began to fuck into Saela's pretty pale pussy. I could only wonder at what Saela must be feeling as I hugged around Tia's side, my breasts spilling into the small of her back, my arms wrapping around to fondle at her own superior melons as she began to buck her hips. Saela's eyes went wide with surprise, wider than the first time she'd laid them on Oluth's cock, wider than the first time he'd fucked her. I was not sure what Tia could possibly be doing to the little elf with her measured thrusts that alternated in angle in depth at every turn. Saela began to cum abruptly, showering us both like I'd never seen her do, coating the warrior-woman's thighs in silvery Syphaerel cream, spackling the parts of me that were not shielded by Tia's hulking body. Tia stopped moving a moment, still fully stuffed within her victim, letting Saela ride out the rest of her intense orgasm before putting a hand behind her head. "Clean it." She commanded, thrusting up into Saela's face. Arrogantly the elf moaned and purred at the taste of her own juice as she worshipped the Amazon's phallus, the facsimile gleaming with shining slobber by the time she was done. She whirled on me so fast the fake dick smacked into my breasts, knocking them into a rocking motion that she stopped to appreciate a few moments, grinning lewdly. "Ready or not...Ailara, was it? Here I come...." I could only stammer an answer somewhere between a 'yes' and a 'no' as she grabbed me beneath the arms and lifted me, pinning me to the wall. When she dropped me down to plunge inside me I understood exactly what Saela had just been through. Where Oluth was a larger, enduring, strong lover of power, Tali-Tani-Tia brought an incredible skill and precision. It was not unlike the way they both fought really; her dance in either case was one of expertise and intuition. It is hard to explain, dear reader, but each time she fucked into me, a part of my pussy would sort of light up with pleasure that was more wanting, and her next thrust would always meet that part, satisfying me yet creating another elsewhere...and so on, her artful flicks and thrusts of her hips found the most pleasurable spot each time, over and over until... "OH YOU HUGE TITTED LONG-COCKED FUCKING PRINCESS! OH FUCK ME! OH FUCKING FUCK ME UNTIL WE'RE SWIMMING IN MY FUCKING MAIDEN-MESS! FUCK THE LADY OUT OF ME UNTIL I'M YOUR FUCKING WHORE OH BY THE GODS YOU'RE GOOD!" My Minotaur Ch. 07 At least, I think that's what I might have screamed as I began to shower her in a spray from myself that would have made the very tides blush for all the wetness. I panted and half-fainted, only becoming aware again at the sight of Tia unbuckling her dripping great-cock and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor, towering over Saela and I again as all woman. She studied us both a moment, seeming to strategize where she would marshal this fuck-parade next. Slyly she grabbed my shoulders and slowly guided me down to the floor with her, lying on her back as she put my head between her legs, and her own between mine. I do not know what hand gestures they must have traded to communicate, but soon Saela was lying on me, her breasts resting on my ass, her tongue coming down to join Tia's at my pussy. The two ate me out in tandem as I endeavored to bring off the Amazon, my efforts no doubt clumsy from both my lack of experience, and the incredible distraction of having two tongues, one large slow and strong, the other fast and darting attacking all the things that made me a woman. The orgasm I was shuddering through was so intense this time it was like the other had never really ended. But Tia must have enjoyed something in my clumsiness, for it was not long after my waves of pleasure had started to roll that her own orgasm triggered, her gorgeous, defined muscles tensing and relaxing as her pussy gouted forth a cream that I devoured with relish. If you had asked me before today, eating a cunt would have been one of the lowest, demeaning things I would suggest a person could do, but here in this moment I felt only a certain pride and power, that I had some small victory over the great Gladiatrix. As the three of us moaned in unison, the door swung wide, and in stepped Oluth. *** "Myrnotaur!" Tia exclaimed, "I have made myself ready for you. Behold what a fine job your toys have done readying me!" She stood, proudly arching her back to display her now rigid nipples and sopping sex, dripping so mightily it fairly rained upon Saela and I where she had so unceremoniously scattered us. The Great Bull seemed more than a little confused, though far more sober than when I had seen him earlier. "I...I do not understand. Why would you come here to make yourself ready...for me?" She smirked and crossed to him, patting his muzzle affectionately. "Dearie, you may fight like a girl, but you are HUNG like a man. I saw what wings beneath your loincloth, and I liked what I saw." And here she leaned into him, grinning like a predator, her tits just below his face her height was so great. "And what Tali-Tani-Tia wants, she gets. No exceptions." Oluth snorted and turned from her. "Well what if I'm not sure I can perform, hm? You might have injured me earlier." She put a hand to her mouth in mock shock, "Oh you're right! I should apologize to the injured parties immediately!" She did a curious thing then, putting one leg forward and one back she snapped into a perfect split, legs splayed against the ground, her head at loincloth level now, and she abruptly tore that from him, displaying for us all our favorite thing in the Five Kingdoms. She reached out and cupped his massive, dangling nuts as she did before, the reminder making him grit his teeth, but this time she only massaged and weighted the orbs in her palms. "I'm so sorry for hurting you earlier dearies, let me kiss it all better..." And with that she leaned in and hungrily slurped and sucked the massive nuts, bathing every firm inch of his gargantuan gonads with her slobber-oozing lips letting the stray sack smear her pretty, arrogant face. She pulled back a moment to look at us, "Well don't just sit there lazy girls, come help... you know damned well he's too fucking big even for me!" and we did, Saela and I cross behind Oluth, she on the left nut and me on the right, the three of us swabbing his dangling nuts this way. His words were proved false as his cock began to harden, nearly tapping Tia on its way up, she defiantly grabbed it and lodged it firmly between her breasts, letting him harden in her cleavage as she played catch with us. In a moment of inspiration she grabbed the back of my head as I sucked his ball and pulled me in for a kiss, frenching with me but forcing my face against hers really hard. When I pulled back, his entire ball was stuffed into her cheek, obscenely tenting her skin thin around the veiny nut. She had used my own pressure, and lubricating slobber, and the vacuum seal of our lips to do the impossible and actually suck one of Oluth's balls properly. She repeated this feat with Saela, and when the elf's head pulled back, her mouth was stuffed so full of nut-meat that you could practically see through her cheeks. Oluth was overwhelmed and put a hand to the wall, holding himself stable as this insane barbarian swished and sloshed his nuts around inside her oral cavity, her tongue visibly tracing his stones, her head dropping a little to tug them slightly as she pleasured them. With nothing left to suck, Saela and I crawled around and began to suck Tia's tits instead, coating them in slobber until they glistened, coating Oluth's hardening cock as well, which now nearly reached the floor in this down-bent position. "GWAH! ENOUGH!" Oluth roared, yanking his body back and pulling the nuts from Tia's mouth with a twin-loud popping noise and a double-explosion of slobber. The Amazon gasped for breath and held her jaw a moment as he double-pumped his cock with both fists. "I must have your mouth!" He cried, using a large hand to palm her head and prop the back of it against the wall, lifting and leveling his great tool to aim at her lips in a horny fit. Seeming to find disfavor with this, she hooked bother her arms on the backs of his ankles and tugged swiftly forward, tripping Oluth to fall on his back, hard. The wind knocked from him he blinked dazed as she moved like a tigress to mount him, turning so her ass was presented to his face, and his cock towering before her. Grinning she wrapped two fists around the prize, her hands closer to meeting on him than anyone's I'd ever seen, but still not quite touching by themselves, and she began to jerk and jack him. "Yesssss, Bull yesss.... Now THIS is a cock. I've never seen its equal!" She tugged it back and sunk the head into her mouth, giving approving looks at Saela and I as we moved to worship his balls more, never letting them go un-wet for more than a few moments as she began to sink him into her mouth. It took him eight inches to result in the little choking noise that I usually hit after 5, and Saela helpfully grabbed a lock of her dangling hair to tug her down towards us, an effort I joined her in, guiding her face with the reins of her tresses to consume more and more and more cock. She had less trouble than me clearing this point, and I do not know if it was her skill or her angle but soon she had half of him in with only a mild violent shuddering. She shuddered a little more as Oluth stuck out his long tongue and slurped and tongue-fucked her ripe pussy, even running it up the crack of her ass, seemingly just to get a reaction from her. She did shriek a little when he did that, so that point went to him. She reached a problem now. Oluth's cock was going up his chest, but there was no more room for her to slide down now given this angle. She seemed to think a moment, and then put her hands on his strong hips, gracefully arching her legs and ass into the air, slowly slinking into a perfect hand stand with Oluth's cock lodged in her throat. Now she turned that hand-stand into an upside-down pushup, her gorgeous muscles flexing as she sank more and more of him deep, throating and throating the endless rod,. Saela and I had to pull off to give her face room, as her eyes and nose sank into the floor...we gasped at the sight. Her breasts spilling down to pool on his chest, her legs straight up in the air, her throat bulging with an obscene fullness, Tia had actually completely taken Oluth's cock in her mouth. The two of us looked at each other jealously, envious of her, yet undeniably aroused as both of our pussies spit out fluid in unison at the amazing sight. Oluth gasped and put his hands to her hips, jacking himself off a few times with her throat as his own personal cocksleeve, then he pulled her off with a relieved gasp spilling from her mouth, along with what seemed a gallon of slobber and precum that rolled down his pillar in a wave of lust. "You must be rewarded!" Oluth insisted, pulling her legs open again into that full split position and feeding his enormous head into her. Her eyes went wide as any woman's wood, even one as practiced as Tia clearly was, and he plunged deep, reaming her depths. He was instantly rewarded with a shower of cum larger than any of the others seen this day. He sawed and pounded and thrust and crammed and hammered and drilled and deep-dicked her, his every powerful cockpunch claiming more and more of her cavernous pussy. Saela and I could only watch in a mix of lust and terror as he pounded away, and I understood how super-human I must seem to the other women when I take this kind of punishment. But the two of them fucking was not Oluth's usual conquest, no. Theirs was a dance of power and passion rarely witnessed, the positions vast and to most, impossible to achieve. Her legs scissored split, one around his torso, the other up over one shoulder as his nuts slapped her ass. Him holding her aloft as she ground her tits into his face. Her, holding his horns in the crooks of her arms to angle herself up and down off of him. He spanking her ass with his palms and her clit with his balls as she put both hands against the wall and let him fuck her, the two almost taking up the length of the room. The two finished though, both sitting, her on his cock and him on the floor, both of their arms pushing up to thrust against each other, their moans and thumps shaking the whole of the room until finally he lost himself inside her, joining her in what must have been her 100th orgasm. His cock throbbed as he pumped deep inside her, pulse after pulse, finally gasping as she pulled off of him, only now the veritable ocean of sperm escaping her to splash into a puddle on his thighs. The two stared, almost humbled by each other awhile. *** "The thing is," Oluth explained as we all shared drinks in our room, cleaned and dressed later, "is that walking among these humans so long, like a veritable God to them... I think I lost myself. I had to meet you to remember I am mortal." Tia sipped and grinned. "Mortal perhaps, but very well hung all the same darling. That was your problem in the ring. At the end of the day, you're a lover, not a fighter. Those are the two things I'm best at, but in the other order" "Perhaps you are right. This is a little of why I was banished. What will you do now, Tali-Tani-Tia?" "I was hoping to come with you." "Surely you do not think you belong in my harem?" Oluth blinked. "Of course not. I mean to share it with you. It will be our Harem." He seemed to think on this awhile, then, eyeing her lush curves and placid face he relented. "Very well. You are welcome to join us in this little...cattle-drive. Now you should come meet Valsivale, she is formidable..." It was then that we realized the Enchantress had been nowhere to be found since the Arena. "Hm. If she were making mayhem, we'd know by now. How will we find her?" "We'll track her." Said Tia. "That's what I'm third best at." We were packed and gone to our search. My Minotaur Ch. 09 Without Valsivale, our journey had grown much more dire. We were forced to march long hours during the day, and barely slept at night. As we traveled North the weather grew cold and my flesh felt somehow too thin to protect me any longer. But Oluth was a beast possessed! He set a fast stride and at night fucked one or more of us to sleep with a newfound vigor. It was a good thing we moved quickly, I hated to admit. There were days when we could hear the great mob in pursuit of us, the legion of soldiers now marching with my husband must have numbered in the thousands or tens of thousands by now, and though we could always keep ahead due to our smaller numbers, they never seemed to falter. Finally, after a particularly close day that brought us to an hour's run, I had to make the only offer I could. "Let me go back to them Oluth. I don't know what my husband will do to me, but he will not bother pursuing you any longer if he does not need to." "Do not be so simple, Ailara." He boomed back. "You belong to me. I would not have it any other way." His loud snort told me the conversation was over. But that didn't stop me from sneaking out of the camp that night. I had gotten perhaps a half an hour away when I was ambushed from the front. I had planned to run into my husband's soldiers who would only take me captive, not be murdered before I got there! "I'll Scream!" I threatened. "Like I haven't heard that before." Oluth's deep voice betrayed him as he and Saela came out of the underbrush. "What do you think you are doing?" I stamped my foot, my erect-nippled breasts (blasted cold) undulating beneath my dress. "I told you. I'm turning myself in. How did you know I'd left?" Saela pointed at one of her enormous pointed ears. "These aren't just for looks, ya know." She explained, and then added, "Hey Oluth? Since she ran away, can I suck on her titties all night as punishment? You know other girls make her uncomfortable." Oluth laughed as he scooped me up, carrying me effortlessly as he strode back to camp. Apparently she had his consent. * * * * * I woke up the next morning, having to pry a sleeping Saela's lips from my sore left nipple. The right one was sore too...she had made good on her threat and spent the entire night painting my leviathan breasts with her tongue and nursing on the nipples. The little elf was fascinated by them, probably because her own kind just never came so well equipped. I contemplated running again, but instead laid out rations for everyone like some sort of peasant servant. What had this Myrnotaur done to me that I'd become so submissive? Ah right, he'd marked me for his own by utterly dominating me with his massive cock and heavy, heavy balls. How could I forget? Ever North we went, colder and colder, faster and faster. If there was ever a time I resented Oluth for losing my wardrobe, it was now. To my own revulsion I found myself cuddling up to whichever girl Oluth was not plowing at night, trying hard to keep warm. The Great Bull seemed unperturbed by the lowering temperature, and if the always scantily clad Talitanitia had any objections, she would never show them. It was after two weeks of this that we finally encountered something new. It was late at night, though we had not yet made camp. They stirred in the darkness, shapes, large and looming, though quiet somehow as they stalked closer. Myrnotaurs! It was so odd to see others like Oluth, I'd come to think of him as the only one of his kind, and my eyes were somewhat pleased to see that he stood a little taller and was a little better muscled than those that approached. I also took note of their fur loincloths; they could NOT be as large as Oluth and conceal what they possessed behind those shorter garments. I didn't just have a Minotaur, I had the best Minotaur. But perhaps this was not the case. As they approached Oluth first made an odd gesture, swinging his elbow in front of him to slap it into an open palm with a fierce clap, then keeping this connection he outstretched an open hand. "Well Met." He rumbled. Then, "I, of course, surrender." Our jaws dropped as the 8 Myrnotaurs surrounded us, roughly pressed us together around Oluth, and herded us, like cattle into the night. *** I do not know, dear reader, what it was that I had expected us to find in the Northern Myrnotaur lands. Mighty cities? Looming castles? Preposterous, of course. These were tribal people, and it would not be reasonable to expect that creatures so large *could* have as many people as humankind, how could they make enough food to support them all? We wandered the large village, dozens of huts and a few larger structures dotted the landscape. I took note of the Myrnotaurs who wandered, all inferior to Oluth in my eyes. I caught only glimpses of women through windows or open doorways. They were smaller, and all seemed to group up, much as we were forced into grouping now. Their eyes were larger and their horns smaller, and a little part of me was horrified at the arrangement of their torsos, each was adorned with four heavy breasts, an anatomical difference that made my skin crawl. The ones escorting us brought us at last to an undignified little building, sort of like a barn, heavy wooden planks to be slotted from the outside after we were lead in: We were prisoners! Talitanitia moved perhaps a quarter inch to resist, but Oluth only had to touch her hand and look at her to let her know to hold back. We all stood in the dim a moment, taking in the simple hay piles that served as our only furniture and apparently food. I stamped my foot. "WHAT GOOD IS THIS!? WE'LL ROT HERE!" Oluth put hand over my mouth, and another fondled my breasts, casually reminding me who I belonged to. "No we shall not. Aryth will not be able to sleep in good conscience if he attempts to end me. Killing me is not enough. He needs to know he's best." "Just what is all this about?" Asked Saela, who seemed to expect some sort of boring and lengthy exposition. He did not disappoint her, taking a deep breath, heavy with sadness as he began. "Each generation of my people is guided by a single Patriarch. An Alpha male. A Herd Leader. The Herd Leader is meant to be endowed by three qualities which prove his worthiness. He is the strongest, he is the best suited for breeding, and he has the wisdom to guide our people. For as long as our people remember, the individual with these qualities has always been obvious almost from birth." "Surely it's you!" I could not bear the thought of Oluth being inferior. "Of course it is. He snorted." Then, almost looking guilty he added. "Well, maybe. Almost certainly." He sighed again. "Our generation was marred by a curse of sorts. Unlike humankind or other animals, twins amongst our people are exceedingly rare. Aryth and I were the first to be born of the Herd Leader's bloodline simultaneously." "Is he just like you?" Talitanitia asked, eyes in the distance, seeming to fantasize a moment. Oluth shook his head. "No. But we seem to have split the attributes of leadership. Aryth is unquestionably my better in raw strength. But I could breed him under the table." The three of us tittered at the Great Bull's declaration, the mental image this statement conjured surely not the one he'd intended. He silenced us with a glare, or at least drove our giggles into hiding behind our hands. "ANYWAY. The third quality, the wisdom to lead, is the one in question. Aryth felt that by banishing me, he had proved his superior wisdom. In returning with you, with Talitanitia's training, Saela's cunning, and Lady Ailara's...." He paused a long time causing me to scowl. "...Endurance, I mean to reclaim the throne that should be mine by birthright." What did that mean? I shuddered to think, but didn't have much time as Saela and 'Tia began to roll quite literally in the hay together. Shrugging my clothes off, I joined the pile of fuckflesh. In the absence of our host providing us entertainment, we made our own. *** The next morning we were awoken by light pouring into the cell, the contingent of guards who'd seen us in now beckoned us out. Again we wended our way through the strange village, passing a small sort of marketplace where it seemed only vegetables and dairy products were sold. The latter fascinated me; this race of cow-people selling their own milk. "Disrobe." A gravelly voice commanded from group of guards. I blinked and shook my head a moment. We'd stopped in front of a hot spring on the outskirts of the hut circle. The four of us slipped in, sighing comfortably as the warm water greeted us. A couple of the guards took particular note of the way my enormous breasts floated out into a vast cleavage as I settled down. "She may only have two, but they sure make up for it, don't they?" One said as he elbowed his friend, the other sniggering in agreement. Blushing to my forehead I used both hands to push down, drowning my girls beneath the surface. I dreaded the idea of coming out of the water for fear of the cold, but found to my surprise that the warmth of the water clung to me long after I emerged, making the process of redressing far less daunting. Then we were being marched again, this time to that largest of central huts, the four of them stopping just outside so that we might trickle in. *** This place as adorned with fine furs, many torches, and a central fire place, giving soft pleasant warmth that befit what seemed the grandest place in this humble village. At the far end of the room, flanked by more guards, was a large throne that seemed made of bones, though from what creature I could not say. In this white seat of power, sat a Myrnotaur that gave me a start! He was like Oluth in almost every way, from the tint of his skin to the shape of his horns, but also different. Impossibly, he made my Minotaur seem almost more lean and cut. His muscles were vast and bulged like fat cables from his frame. Where Oluth had once heaved a fountain with ease onto my boat, this brute looked as if he might have simply flung such a trifle across the water with ease, no boat needed. He also bore a number of scars, many of them seeming to leave evidence of having been gored. Did Oluth's own people ram one another like goats in heat? "Aryth." Oluth rumbled, lowering his head just slightly to regard his twin. Aryth's voice was just as deep, though his tones crisper. One thing was clear: Oluth made him nervous. "You're back. Do you mean to win me over with these pleasurlings?" He eyed the three of us. "Because you may have." He added, smirking. I stomped forward, "I am LADY Ailara!" I scolded. "What do you mean...pleasureling!?" Despite the contention that hung in the air, both Myrnotaur brothers chuckled. But Oluth recognizing the impudent rage setting into my features volunteered an answer. "Our cows are for breeding with. Breeding is a right only allowed to the Herd Leader, and to those granted the opportunity as a reward for service to the Herd." Aryth gave the rest, "Your kind on the other hand, the pink, soft, small kind, cannot bear our young, and so you are anyone's for the purpose of pleasure." "You keep slaves!?" Saela's voice was high and frightened. "No." Rumbled Oluth. Again Aryth finished his thought, "Of course not. We are not monsters. Pleasurelings are not in the Herd often... with THREE of you my brother has proven an amazing gift for providing for the Herd." "Three is nothing." Oluth cut in. "As we speak two waves of invasion approach us." Aryth cocked his head, eying Oluth apprehensively. "The first, soldiers who seek to reclaim the annoying, noisy one." I scowled. "But. Give me the throne that is mine by right, and I will guide us through that battle. If we can survive, the second wave is an army of pleasurelings who have been following us for weeks." "Even if I did believe you," Aryth started, something in his tone betraying the fact that he clearly did, "You have not proven yourself worthy of this seat." "I CHALLENGE YOU!" Oluth growled. "I ACCEPT!" Aryth replied, launching to his feet. The two strode solemnly from the central hut and walked together to the town square. A huge crowd of Myrnotaurs had gathered, probably the entire village and they moved with the brothers, clearing a space. An Elder moved forward flanked by a dozen other males, who all spoke in unison, a sort of songless chorus that I could only find irritating. "Let the storytellers note, that on this day, Oluth and Aryth had their first official contention for the throne, a question left unanswered for three cycles, who is truly fit to rule. First they fought in a demonstration of might! Then they fought in a demonstration of breeding prowess! Then it shall be decided who among them is a more worthy contestant of Wisdom! For the Herd!" "FOR THE HERD!" The whole crowd echoed to the chorus. Then Oluth punched Aryth, and it was, as peasants may say, "on". *** For me, the battle was terrifying and alluring at once. Two gorgeous creatures locked in muscle-enhancing struggle. It was a fistfight and a wrestling match and something else altogether at once. I thrilled at the way Oluth's vast biceps clenched into discs or his abdominal muscles rippled with raw, tight strength. But at the same time I could not help but cringe at every time he was struck, or scratched by an errant horn. However, in watching the struggle, I came to understand the specific nature of what he and Talitanitia had been practicing each night as we'd traveled. He was not merely learning to use more finesse to go along with his great might, but also learning how to use them against an opponent with even more. I saw now that much of his concentration was not on his ham-sized-fists, but rather on his feet. They moved and danced with grace, always taking whatever momentum was pressed upon them and guiding it to a new direction, always unbalancing and evading Aryth. The Herd Leader had no chance against his twin usurper. Oluth spun and danced and struck blow, after blow, finally leaving a groaning Aryth on his knees with both hands up in surrender, unable to protect himself from the feathering of jabs and crosses and hooking punches. The elder strode forward and lifted Oluth's arm as the audience erupted into applause. Whether this was merely the custom, or a true reflection of their disdain for Aryth was not clear to me. Surprisingly, Aryth stood and embraced Oluth in a tight hug, though some mix of shame and fatigue were etched onto his bovine features. The he stepped back to address the crowd, "Now we rest. Tomorrow...we BREED!" And again the audience made a great roar. Oh, dear reader, what we were in for. *** This night was a sharp contrast to the one before it. Instead of being locked in a horrid hay barn, we were honored guests in the main hut. First, we were bathed again in the fine hot springs and wrapped in thick furs. Oluth's people, unsurprisingly, did not trade in leather, but were not above raising some sheep and other strange beasts, long necks with silly faces. We sat in a large circle on a huge fleece rug, and were served. Plate after steaming plate of exotically spiced dishes came out. Vegetables, potatoes, cheeses and milks. It was only now I realized that I'd never seen Oluth eat any meat. I ate eagerly and washed all down with tall glasses of wine and mead. Saela grew red-faced and giggly—well, more-so—and Talitanitia made the mistake of trying to drink against me. I do not get drunk. As we languished in the aftermath of our gluttony, there were entertainments. Slender bovine maidens undulated before us, as tempting as such strange creatures could make themselves. Young males were next, proudly staging mock battles, seeming to vie for the affections of the previous act. The Elder came forth next, and told strange stories of the Tribe's history. They were odd metaphors mostly, how great creatures had died to become the topography of the land, how adversities too great to be real were conquered in the name of tribal survival. The only legends I believed were of the greatest Herd-leaders of old; if they had been anything like Oluth, they deserved the amount of praise. After all was said and done, we slept in a pile...A drunken 'Tia, a tipsy Saela, and a sober me all tried to arouse Oluth but he only pushed us away, rumbling "Tomorrow" as he wrapped us all in his great arms for sleep. *** We slept late the following day, until the Elder came to rouse us from our pile of limbs and furs. We dressed and bathed, and then stood around awkwardly for a few minutes. This time instead of the elder bringing us to town, the town sort of came for us. The entire herd, at least of a certain age, came to stand within the confines of the vast hut and ringed the rooms several times. "Disrobe!" The Elder commanded, to thunderous applause. I swallowed hard, and shed my dress as Saela and 'Tia did the same. I found myself very nervous expected to "perform" in front of this crowd as though I were a mere peasant bard or dancer. Oluth's humongous prick drew an audible gasp from the crowd as he shed his loincloth and revealed it. Soft it hung over his huge, smooth balls, dangling powerfully from his legs. Already Aryth looked worried. But he was not shy, and stripped his own cloth, and revealed his own already-hard cock. While the crowd seemed less impressed somehow, I certainly was. Easily 18 inches long or more, it jutted up from his waist, throbbing as the many thick veins coursed blood through it. His balls were impressive too, easily the size of large oranges in their low-slung sack. He pumped a hand along his thick member and sneered powerfully over it. A few of the women in the crowd now were tracing their hands along their breasts or gingerly rubbing at their slits. "The Elf!" Aryth commanded, pointing his finger and cock at Saela. Trembling she approached him. Oluth took Talitanitia and me, and drew us to our knees before his humongous tool. 'Tia seemed to know something of showman ship and did a curious thing. She seized his soft half-yard length just below the head and slung it beneath my left tit. Puzzled I watched as she used the great cock to lift my entire breast high, emphasizing both the size of my tits and his dick at the same time, and then she leaned in to begin messily kissing and licking the head of him. The crowd murmured its approval, and I watched, apprehensive as all manner of cocks, 8, 10, or even 14 inches long hardened all over the room. Her tongue swabbed my nipples every few slurps just to keep me interested. My hands were not idle though, I seized each his impossibly big balls in a hand and ground them into her chest, rubbing her huge milk-bladders with the heavy spunk pods, indenting them with vast expanses of nutmeat, tugging and massaging the huge nuts as I worked. Aryth meanwhile, was playing to his strengths, or more precisely, his strength. With one effortless hand he lifted and flipped Saela over, letting her legs scissor into a split before him as he dove down to assault her small gaping snatch with his big tongue. His other hand was on his cock, which he was using to gently, yet firmly, bat her face every which way where it hung upside-down below. Each of her horny whimpers from the skillful licking was met with the wet slap of his big fat cock, chasing her cheeks and forehead no matter which way she moved her head. Rudely he gathered his balls up in his hand and smacked them too against her, then crammed one into her mouth, totally stopping her face up. The crowd gasped, as it this moment her little cunny began to geyser like a hot spring up into the air, spraying his face and a few admiring myrnotaurs. He was good! Now 'Tia had surrendered my breast and Oluth's cock. The two of us were working with a semi-rigid organ now, letting it bob gracefully between us as we slurped our tongues in rapid, worship, skillfully managing to avoid colliding heads as we passed each other along the vast highway of Oluth's bullhood. We met, making eye contact at his dangling scrotum, each of us hornily moaning as we slurped in a sack-stuffing seed-maker. It had felt so odd to go even one night without tasting Oluth's balls, the sensation now was truly a delight, hence our happy noises, audible to crowd even with our mouths plugged with nut meat. My Minotaur Ch. 09 'Tia decided to do a little of her trademark domineering of me next, pulling my face into her vast cleavage and jiggling her chest so that I was rocked with tsunami-like tit-rippled that threatened to redden my cheeks. At the same time, she sucked deep, demonstrating skillfully for the crowd that she could sink more of Oluth into her throat than his brother even had meat to offer, taking perhaps two full feet of him, but letting his girth and length trigger her loud gag reflex to the delight of the onlookers. Here she demonstrated HER Bull's size and superiority, even before her amazing talents. I pulled back from her tits to worship Oluth's balls from beneath as he sawed in-and-out of her face, reveling in the moisture and slobber and sweat as they slapped across my upturned face. Oluth was so aroused now, the crowd could see his thick veins not only pulsing out along the shaft of his cock, but actually indented outward through Talitanitia's cheeks as well, the massive crawling network could be traced even into her deep, gurgling throat. Suddenly the roar of the crowd was split with the sound of Saela's piercing wail! Aryth had just entered her, holding her by one ankle next to her ear, the other cupping her ass behind a foot that pointed towards the floor. She was squirming and thrashing to accommodate him, for even though Oluth had prepared her for this sort of thing many times, one never quite gets used to a Minotaur's cock inside them! Aryth grunted and humped, putting on a fine show for the audience, his muscles tense as his hips bucked, buttocks and arms flexing, feeding the little elf foot after foot of dick, in and out, not quite all inside her. Saela's Sylvan juices were ever flowing, leaking out of her as he withdrew and blasting out in nasty splats each time her pounded in, her glittering girlcream rolling down his cock in sheets, pooling in the folds of his scrotum, dripping from his balls. I had to fight hard my strong urge to go and clean them for him with my tongue, but I felt it best to not hurt Oluth's chances by letting my lust for this interloper show through. Still, what a gorgeous body and cock the brother had, one could not help but marvel at the display. Oluth did not seem nervous though, roaring arrogantly as he finally pulled his cock from 'Tia's slobber-flooded maw in a spray of thick slobbery tendrils. "Not bad brother, but if you can still hear her at all, you have not made her pitch go nearly high enough yet!" The crowd laughed at his....—oh dear, do I dare write this—'Boner mot', and then gasped in amazement as he lifted Talitanitia's massive form above his head and speared her roughly onto his enraged organ. Her bare pussylips were spread so wide in the onslaught that one worried she would simply keep spreading until she split or filled the room. The Amazon's pitch could have matched Saela's, which was impressive considering their difference in size and vocal range to begin with, her normally contralto ululation become something above soprano. And this was not the only mouth giving praise to Oluth; her pussy dumped such a mighty squirt of rich juice upon the floor, that it spilled to the edge of the circle of onlookers. If the audience had been impressed by the veritable rain Aryth had drawn from such a small Syphaerel, truly they would have to be utterly flabbergasted that so much liquid could pour from anyone at all, regardless of size. The great Bull's balls swung forth with such speed on that first impaling thrust, their weight connecting with my face was enough to knock me right on my back, splashing in the puddle of sauce the two had just created. Now, fucking in earnest the two bulls moved together, and to my astonishment literally locked horns, eyes glaring at one another as they all-but-ignored the women they were practically fucking to demise. Saela and 'Tia found themselves pressed together, helplessly hugging another as cry after cry was torn from their throats, their pussies gushing almost as one beneath. I struggled to take my feet and only found myself on my knees, bludgeoned solidly back and forth by the two huge ball sacks that swung two and fro. Sometimes they were at an even tempo, and I was veritably crushed from all sides by monumental nut meat, yet at others they beat alternating staccatos against me. Do not get me wrong, dear reader, I was not suffering greatly at the hands of this impressive quadruple-ball-beating, but I could not take my feet or balance either. I was merely a target, sloshing on my knees in great draughts of pussy porridge, battered in all directions by ceaselessly swinging sacks of studly fuck-stone. Finally Aryth's balls stopped swatting me, freeing my body to be mercifully knocked tits first to the ground by Oluth's unstoppable Gonads. When I pulled my face from a pool of girlcream that tasted more like Saela than 'Tia (something I'd have never known before my travels!) and looked up, I saw this was because Aryth was cumming, roaring loudly as his huge nuts tensed up and blasted away, Saela's belly visibly bulging out with each shot, the copious overload clearly filling her up. She could only respond with her own thrashing orgasm, at times hitting that un-hearable pitch that Oluth spoke of, though I'm certain I heard a far-away dog barking. When Aryth finally pulled her up to free his still-hard cock, she shuddered orgasmically, her pussy almost turning inside-out as it tugged from his prickhead. When it was unplugged at least, it simply emptied, what seemed three or four gallons of spunk and sparkling sylvan lube simply dropped from her temporarily cavernous cunt, right onto my startled head. By the time I was done blinking it from my eyes, Aryth was greedily reaching for me, still engorged cock like tempered steel. I drew in a great breath as I braced myself for what was to come, the air so thick with the intoxicating scent of sex now that I feared my nose might somehow become impregnated. Aryth brought me to his throne, perhaps making some sort of point of his claim to it, and bent me right over one of the arms, plunging himself abruptly into my wet snatch. Of course *I* was dripping, but in truth, I'd have been just as wet from sliding around in the glistening output of Saela and 'Tia that I'd been sloshing around in. Even though he was not quite so large as Oluth, and even though I was very ready for him, I couldn't help but give a little gasping shout as he speared in. I had to give him point for technique, his head went straight to my G-spot and practically slapped against it inside of me. I immediately blasted his balls with a nasty gout of my premium quality cunt sauce in response! This one worked his hips skillfully. He fed my pussy different amounts of cock with each stroke, yet somehow the best part always kept tight friction with my most sensitive inner place. Across the room I saw Oluth had changed up positions with 'Tia to one of their favorites, she held diagonal to the floor, ankles twisted around one of his trunk-like thighs as he speared down into her again and again, gripping her hips tightly to stop her from sliding away in the girlspunk splash-zone. From behind, Saela was diligently worshipping his bull-balls, stuffing her mouth with one while the other swung free, occasionally slapping her cheeks with a watery sound. Aryth pussy-coring fuck style had me coming almost constantly, and I'd long since lost track by the time he pulled out and flipped me over, bending me backwards across both arms of the throne. He fucked me this way too, demonstrating no less knowledge of where my cunt was most sensitive, and added his big hands to the mix, mauling my poor titties like some peasant-trash girl's. But I wasn't stopping him, the greedy fondling only created a lay-line of pure pleasure connecting my nipples to my clit and I could have filled a canoe with the sheer torrent of my cream that blasted into his lap. Finally he pulled out and walked around to my head. Putting one foot next to my face he proceeded to mount my torso, cramming his humongous cock between my gigantic, swollen tits. As he pumped away, he was almost sitting on his balls where they were parked on my lips and eyes and nose, rolling the sweaty spheres that were still gooey with my juice all of my face, almost suffocating me as he titfucked away, faster and faster. Finally he had to cum, and this time he demonstrated more openly for the crowd what he was capable of, pulling the long length from between my wobbling breasts one more time he aimed at my mouth and stroked, roaring as his second orgasm blasted forth. It WAS an impressive load, that fact could not be denied. Shot after heavy shot plowed into my mouth, filling me to the stomach on the very first shot, then overwhelming with each that followed. My slick tits jiggled and smacked together as I writhed and squirmed beneath the deluge, fighting hard to breathe. When perhaps 20 volleys had hit home he was done, his cock flagging to semi-hard status. Despite the fact that he'd finished his ball-emptying blasts, I was left for several moments desperately trying to empty my lungs and unthroat his thick sperm, coughing glucking, gagging, gargling and guzzling a seemingly endless supply of the stuff until I was finally breathing air again. When I came to, I first saw Oluth, STILL fucking the very soul out of Talitanitia, her humongous breasts clapping together with a resounding splash as she bounced up and down on him, he sitting back on his haunches now, pumping and humping himself into her, almost 3 quarters of his cock now vanished inside the lusty Amazon. Saela was not idle, and busied herself devouring the largish clit that stuck out, engorged betwixt 'Tia's netherlips. Saela made a real meal of it, and the audience could no doubt see the long trails of pearly liquid that stretched and snapped each time the Elf moved her head reluctantly away. Oluth's balls would occasionally rise and strike Saela's gooey chin as she slathered away with her tongue and lips. An impatient Aryth crossed in front of them, standing with his legs on either side of Saela, perhaps not wanting to wait for his next victim. He savagely slapped his semi-hard dong across the bouncing breasts that bobbled before him, whacking them into unusual orbits along their already chaotic axis with his heavy dick. Then he had 'Tia's hair in hand and was cramming himself into her face, seemingly shocked as she took every last inch of him into her throat, snaking her long tongue down to lavish punishment on his balls where they met her chin. My eyes darted to Oluth's face, then to his brother's balls and back again, though what I was seeking I wasn't sure. Oluth only smiled at me and nodded, giving me permission I didn't realize that I'd even been seeking and I moved to his brother, locking my face to the backs of his nuts, sharing them with the cockstuffed maw of 'Tia's. Bringing myself to a little more command, I hooked a finger into 'Tia's mouth, pulling her thick lower lip down so that I could push Aryth's big left ball into her mouth with my tongue. I was impressed at how much her face could handle, given that now it was home to an absurdly huge cock, a gigantic ball, and two tongues that fought over both. Finally unable to resist, Saela rose from the Amazon's clit and begin to suck Aryth's monster right milk-maker, the three of us now fully engaged in worshipping Oluth's brother's balls. I don't know if it was the fact that Oluth kicked things into a higher gear, or the sight of three beauties so utterly indulging In shameless cock worship, or perhaps the impressive wads of girlcream that started pumping from 'Tia's packed pussy, or the slobber that ran in rivulets from her mouth, but whatever it was, Oluth finally had his first orgasm, roaring in orgiastic triumph as 'Tia's womb ballooned outward. She could only half-moan and half-gag around the fuckstick and nut she was mouthing, but the impressive result was clear; if Saela had looked pregnant when engorged with Aryth's cum-load, 'Tia looked as though she was about to give birth to quadruplets. It was all Oluth could do to push her to her knees before Aryth and stand as the rest of his awesome nutload spewed out, spackling the back of her head and ass in his formidable fucksauce with a few more jerks of both hands. Saela and I abandoned Aryth's dangling scrotum with a matched pair of popping noises as his balls escaped our lips, and moved in to sooth Oluth's. Whether we feared they might have been injured by expelling such a mighty orgasm, or simply wanted to reward the majestic display I could not say, but sooner we were double-teaming each nut in turn, trying to cover the whole of them with our lusty lips, reveling in the drippings from his cock that flowed down his shaft and basted his balls, as well as our horny sucking faces. Aryth pulled 'Tia aside, parting the crowd to put her back to the wall, pumping his hips violently. It was clear what he wanted: To make the proud Amazon submit before his size and strength, to elicit a choke or gag, or even make her throat release some of the precum and slobber he was packing in. But to no Avail, she only sucked his entire cock, taking thrust after thrust with gusto, even moving her head forward to give him greater depth as his nuts pounded her jaw, throat and chin with each hammer home. Finally he began to seem frustrated, and pulled out at an awkward angle, pulling her whole head with him as he withdrew. Angrily he gave her cheek one wet smack with his glistening shaft, leaving her more than a little dazed looking, and then lifted her large body with ease by the hips, pinning her to the wall. He poised his cock at her entrance, and plunged vengefully inwards. Saela and I had moved onto Oluth's cock. Together we made a sort envelope for it slide between, our lips almost touching as his crowned head moved back and forth between our slobber mouths. Our hands worked together to massage and soothe the enormous balls that had just serviced Talitanitia so well, thanking them for their effort and encouraging them to regroup in a thousand slutty hand gestures just for them. Finally Oluth seized the supple little elf and split her flexible legs as wide as they could go, she was in an absurd split now, each ankle by her ears, her back to him, tiny pussy a pre-pulverized sacrifice about to be impaled on his monstrous cock. Incredibly, he used her odd position, and literally SPUN her down his cock, leaning back slightly to avoid a kick from either of her upside-down feet as she opened her mouth to scream. Aryth seemed to fuck into Talitanitia with increased frustration, no doubt caused by witnessing the truth of Oluth's earlier words: Saela's mouth was open, her breasts were heaving as she drew breath, her face was a mask of unmatchable pleasure, yet no sound could be heard. Her screams were literally too high-pitched for our ears to hear. I shook my head in amazement, and returned to what seemed my perpetual role as a dirty ball-slave, cleaning his nasty nuts' every crevice as they swung and pumped away into the still-spinning elf. The whole hut shook now, the audience split between watching Oluth corkscrew-fuck the tiny Saela and the wall-quaking pounds of Aryth driving his thick rod into Talitanitia. The latter was amazing, the sturdy construction of the hut literally getting indented with an imprint of her ass, thighs, and shoulders. As he raged away, there was soon a pair of indents where his balls were slapping the wall beneath, and most incredibly, large semi-spheres of pressure beaten to either side of her. This was from the splaying of her humongous tits, slapping together and then swinging wide enough to hit the wall behind her! I shuddered to think of the seismic damage her ravaged cunt must be getting, but all of her shudders to match mine were clearly in pleasure, she almost sobbed as she screamed out to Gods I had never even heard of. Oluth spun Saela for several long moments, her pussy streaking juices out like the ornate fountain I'd purchased the day I'd bought the Myrnotaur. In time he seemed to tire of this though, and arrested her motion, against seizing her ankles and bending her downwards. Now he stretched her legs long against either side of his hips, simply entering her with one long slow push, her convulsing form clearly getting perhaps a climax per inch with each moment. He held it there, turning slowly to show every member of the gathered throng the indent his cock was making in her, the bulge almost between her breasts it penetrated so deep. Sweat poured from the little elf now, dripping from her prone form to mingle in the veritable lake of juices that was on the floor now. Aryth Growled deeply and finally pulled out of 'Tia as he began to go off, this time aiming perhaps 30 massive shots at her titanic tits, making the poor bruised baubles bounce out of control from the impact of each white salvo as it slammed home. By the time he was done, the Amazon looked veritably glued to the wall, thick webs of cum connecting every part of her to every other part, and to the vast pool beneath. Scowling down at his now limp-prick, he walked over to me and began whipping me with his cock, angrily knocking me in either direction, my already ball-bruised cock-beaten form aching tenderly with each blow of his vast meat-hammer. The room was spinning now, and I could barely keep my vision straight as Oluth finally dumped Saela from his cock and began to pour a double-balled load on her prone from. As she rolled and reveled in the long streamers he blasted her with, he carefully aimed, covering every last part of her form, pounding his rod in both fists as it vomited blast after blast of thick spooge. Finally, after perhaps forty vast sprays and hosings, his wad subsided. I blinked a moment, still taking harsh cockslaps every which way I turned, realizing that it was not my vision that was the problem. Oluth had literally submerged Saela in the bathtub of his cum, her hand rose from the liquid leaving a thick rope behind as it stretched to help her sit up from the vast cum bathtub she was now sitting in. Saela shook her head in amazing and spent several moments wiping come from her face and body in thick sheets. Oluth finally crossed to me, his still hard cock throbbing with steel rigidity, grabbing my ass with that possessive dominance of his. Aryth helplessly crammed his nuts all over my face again, still trying to return life to his spent member, but was helpless to only teabag me and watch as Oluth pushed himself inside me, fucking me into his brother's ball sack. The girls were not idle though. Saela and 'Tia moved to worship Aryth's cock now, doing all they could to try to revive him as Oluth fucked me deep and hard. Soon his fucking was so fast and powerful that great rippling waves of cum and girlcream that lined the flow literally blasted out in concentric circles, bathing the audience in our juices in vast sheets. Oluth fucked me faster and harder than he ever had. Faster than when I was augmented by Valsivale's magic. Faster than in his competition with the Satyr. My world become nothing but a face-full of nutsack and the sensations my pussy was going through, endless back flips of pleasure and pain that only resulted in more cum to spill out of me time and time again, my little quim doing all it could to simply survive this unholy assault of yard-long cock. Aryth hung his head in defeat and pulled back to his throne when Oluth finally pulled out of me to coat all three women in his opulent loads. "You win." Growled Aryth. "I'm not done yet." Oluth responded. He gave each of another incredible fuck for the rest of the whole day until the moon was high, each of us sucking him off as paused. Even though Aryth did eventually get aroused again, he could only masturbate and watch in awe of Oluth's prowess. My Minotaur Ch. 09 When all was said and done, we rested in a huge heap, making angels in cum that was spread upon the floor. Before I drifted off completely I heard the brothers talk again. "You have improved vastly since I left." Oluth said acknowledging his brother's impressive, if not quite so overwhelming performance. "Not as much as you. These pleasurelings have done more for you then I could have ever hoped to learn. You are Herd Leader now. Guide our people with strength and passion and wisdom, Oluth." "I shall." Oluth nodded solemnly. "Tomorrow we face the soldiers and... 'Admirers'... who have been pursuing me." "And Oluth..." Aryth added before moving elsewhere to retire. "Thank you. I fought bitterly to rule, and I was a fool to do so. It has worn heavily on me ever since. I should have known it was your right all along to be our king." "How could you have known?" Oluth protested. "The gods granted you the scepter, brother." Aryth chuckled. As I drifted into dream, I wondered how my Minotaur would handle the oncoming hoards. My Minotaur Ch. 08 Traveling with Talitanitia was spectacular. Some mornings I would wake up mid-orgasm, her greedy, long tongue snaking in and out of me, lashing across my clit at the same time. Others, I would instead awaken to some audacious act of lovemaking between her and Oluth, one morning the two of them caught in some acrobatic ball of sex, another the great bull on his hands and knees, massive prick pulled back between his legs as she licked and slurped upon the undersides of his upside-down balls. In the evenings, the two of them would train, their grunts and shouts echoing wherever we were, the great Amazonian Princess teaching and molding Oluth's fighting technique, honing his brute strength into precise skill; she seemed sure he would surpass her in time. Their mock battles would inevitably give way to lovemaking. Somehow my jealousy was just not as great as it had been in the past. Talitanitia was not merely another member of Oluth's harem, she was an extension of him, an improvement, and I simply loved her with the same heart I pined after my Minotaur with. But such travel was not with happy cause. We'd been following what tracks Valsivale's captor has left for a week now, and still could not feel that we had grown any closer. It was with some despair on the 8th morning that 'Tia relented in her search. "I do not understand it. The trail is now completely cold. It's as though they simply vanished." "They probably did." I explained. "Valsivale can do exactly that, in the blink of an eye." "Then she is lost." Oluth growled. "Don't be so sure of that." Saela said, holding an object aloft. It was one of Valsivale's glass beads. "Why didn't you use that sooner!?" I demanded. "When you... borrow...as many things as I do, you sort of lose track." Saela answered. Then she pressed the orb to her forehead and closed her eyes. Emotion after emotion chased themselves across Saela's face. Even without the expressiveness of her large and luminous eyes which remained shut tight the whole time. She was scared, then angry, then in agony, and somewhere in the middle of it all she seemed to have a sort of orgasm, and then she was calm and her eyes snapped open. "She's not far from here." She revealed, but raised a hand as though to stop us from celebrating. "Someone's with her. A woman with tattoos. She's very dangerous." "Who could be more dangerous than Valsivale?" I demanded. The Enchantress was easily the strongest mortal being I'd ever met. "I don't know. But she's a skilled torturer. Valsivale has snapped. She won't be fighting on our side." "I fear no woman or man." Said 'Tia, furrowing her brow. "Let us go collect your Enchantress, save her if she can be saved, and kill her if she cannot." "I'm not sure there's any use. She can pluck your emotions from the very air and weave them into anything she chooses." I chimed in. "Then we shall face her with nothing but cold purpose. No emotions to pluck: No power." The Amazon offered. "I shall teach you." *** I shall not, dear reader, bore you with the details of the next few hours after that. We sat around the fire as Talitanitia barked orders at us, using her great voice and presence to rouse emotions in us, then taught us to breath them out or put our minds elsewhere, a tactic her people have developed as the cold rational counter to a rival tribe's berserker rages; a way of maintaining calm in the face of fear. I was especially good at it; I'd always been a cold bitch and I knew it. Oluth seemed equally capable of a stone façade that befit his imposing figure well. But Saela was a weak link. "Maybe I shouldn't go." She whined in frustration. "I'm not good at this!" "Very well." I soothed her. "But when this is over I get to suck off Oluth next." It was her turn, and she scowled, but didn't offer any protest. Then I spoke to the others. "If things go bad in there, don't worry. I have a trump card I can play. I can only play it once, and I desperately do not want to, but just know that I have it, and let that fact keep you calm." *** We made our way into the cave that Saela had led us to, though she turned back at the mouth to wait for us. I do not know what range Valsivale could pluck emotion from, but I hoped this would be far enough. It was dark in the cave, and it wound left and right, but Talitanitia brought out a strange glowing rock from her bag that lit the way. Soon it was not needed as we found ourselves emerging into a vast room with a wide opening at its top that allowed for the influx of light. "I've been waiting for you." Came a voice, a little husky, female, and scornful. We looked up to one of the naturally formed pillars of the room, atop its flat surface sat Valsivale, her legs dangling over the edge, her expression an odd mix of sadness and anger. But it was not she who had spoken; next to her stood a woman in a hooded cloak, her features fair from what I could see. "If you surrender yourselves now, this will all be much easier." The woman added. "My husband sent you." I said calmly, 'Tia's techniques working perfectly to circumvent my fear. "No, he did not. But he will reward me handsomely when we do meet. I am Mad Malarielle, and I have never failed to bring in a bounty." She reached down and gently caressed Valsivale's cheek. "But this one was very dangerous, and I couldn't risk trying to take you all on. Now that she knows her place," and with this she reached across Valsivale's torso and fondled a breast possessively, "she will help me to bring you in... unless you'd like to do this the easy way and surrender now, of course." "You've lost Malarielle, and it is you who should surrender." Rumbled Oluth, voice echoing in the cavern. He moved to the wall of the mini-mesa, starting to climb it opposite Talitanitia who did the same. She spoke too as she started to climb, "I come from one of the eastern tribes, and we have ways of cooling our emotions. Valsivale will not be able to help you by drawing on us, and we can surely take you." Malarielle's laugh was piercing and loud. "Idiots. She doesn't need to. I'm here." And with that she did a curious thing, stepping across the Enchantress' legs and facing her, she opened the robe. She must have been naked beneath it, for though I could not see around the back of it, I could hear licking and lapping sounds, followed by Malarielle's breath quickening. She was moaning in the throes of orgasm by the time Oluth and 'Tia had reached the top of the pillar. It didn't take a magical or empathic gift to sense that now the air was saturated with lust. We were in trouble. *** Oluth and 'Tia charged across the pillar and it gave me a moment of hope, but at the last second, Mad Malarielle simply stepped out of the way, allowing the two of them to clash in a passionate embrace, Valsivale's hands dancing in their eldritch patterns as she seemed to be heightening the level of sexual arousal the two were experiencing. Oluth's cock was hard so quickly that one could hear the audible *whack* of it lifting and striking Talitanitia between her already dripping thighs. The two sort of dry humped in this position for a while, Oluth dragging the greatness of his member back and forth, his flared head giving her an extra treat at the end of each pull-back. I moved forward, desperate to find a way to help them, though I was no mighty warrior and could not simply ascend the pillar as they had. I caught a better glimpse of the mad one beneath her robe. Her body was marked with tribal tattoos, lines and triangles all over her form, surrounding her substantial (though insignificant compared to any of other women in this cave) breasts and framing her meticulously trimmed and tattooed sex. She was lithe, and muscular, and her face was mischievous and bemused at her apparent victory. "It's all over now. You two will simply fuck until exhausted, and then I will bring the lot of you with me to Lord Fizzlethip." I shuddered at the horrible sound of my husband's stupid last name. Fizzlethip. Seriously. Fizzlethip. You know what sounds awesome? Lady Ailara. That's really my first name. You know what sounds atrociously stupid? Ailara Fizzlethip. Ugh. But, dear reader, I digress. After the initial annoyance at hearing my husband's stupid name, I actually pulled back and relaxed. The bounty huntress had made a horrible miscalculation in this plan. Oluth and 'Tia fucking until exhausted? I hoped for Malarielle's sake that she'd brought enough food and water for herself to last that long. And the two "victims" of the lust spell seemed to know it too. At her words, they exchanged a meaningful glances before allowing their embrace to take them to the floor, Oluth's long tongue snaking over 'Tia's neck, and breasts, down to her thighs where he spiraled and drove it into her, devouring the Amazon's sex like so much delicious honey. The loud, smacking, wet noises of Oluth's tongue on her cunt filled the cave, echoing loudly off the walls. Valsivale and Mad Malarielle and I, all looked on with a bit of jealousy, the Amazon's enjoyment expressed in abrupt, splattery gouts of girl cream that stuck out in light contrast to Oluth's beautiful dark skin. His muscles tensed barely as he lifted her huge frame into the air, legs wrapped around his horns, pussy dipped low for his big tongue to continue its feast. Oluth and 'Tia stalked around the little pillars perimeter this way for several moments, the bull somewhat blinded by the sex in his way, the Gladiatrix equally blinded by her sex in a different way. Valsivale and Malarielle were forced to awkwardly maneuver out of the way, time and time again. Perhaps by some warrior instinct that I could not fathom, Oluth and Talitanitia seemed to sense when they'd managed to stalk themselves to the right place in relation to the bounty huntress, and shifted to form a sort of trap for her. 'Tia arched her back and unfolded down Oluth's body, legs still lock around his horns so that her back was to his magnificent abdomen, and in this way pinned Malarielle between the two of them. Mad Malarielle grunted and beat her fists against Oluth's invincible chest, but could not move, the Amazon's back against her, holding her in. Try as she might to push off the Myrnotaur to free herself she could not; for now Talitanitia was sucking Oluth's humongous cock upside-down and backwards, the very vacuum of her lips strong enough to lock the two in place like this. "Oh no!" Oluth mirthfully intoned between lusty licks of 'Tia's served-up pussy, "How can we possibly fight such magic?" 'Tia might have answered were she not stuffed throat deep with impossibly wide cockmeat, but I suspect she was at least invisibly smiling. They continued on this way for what must have been agonizingly moments for Malarielle, selfishly and selflessly pleasuring each other as one licking, sucking, being. Finally Oluth sank to his knees, keeping the bounty huntress trapped as 'Tia went into a handstand, twirling gracefully to face him now, still upside-down without his member leaving her face. Next he lay on his back and she went with him, sucking him off and sandwiching Mad Malarielle between her thighs as she continued to suck. Now she pulled her head from his cock. "You know as long as you're down there you might consider making yourself useful." She chided the huntress. Then she went back to work on the great cock, rolling her head on him, polishing the knob of it thoroughly, periodically pulling back to admire her handy-work, tendrils of slobber connecting her to it, the flaring prong so wet she could nearly see her face reflected in the layer of drool dripping over it. Malarielle was no willing participant in this tryst, but that didn't stop the Amazon from skillfully working her thighs, grinding her clit against that tattooed face no matter which way it angled, anything from nose to lips to high cheekbones imparting pleasure to the assaulting pussy. 'Tia's own mouth was hard at work, gradually pulling more and more of Oluth's shaft into her throat, the impossible yard of meat going as much as 2/3rd's down, drawing muffled gurgling noises from the Amazon's gullet. Pulling off with a pop she gasped for air, jacking the great prick with both her hands, shellacking the coating of slobber from it in spraying flecks. "I want more... get up, Oluth, and feed it to me!" He didn't need to be asked twice, pushing their fuck-captor forward as he rose to his knees and then his feet, Talitanitia's mammoth breasts resting on Malarielle's back, keeping her pinned as she was spun to face him. The Amazon rested her chin on the bounty huntress' head as Oluth began to feed his cock into the former's face. His pace was urgent and brutal, though whether urged on by 'Tia's phenomenal skill or the power of the lust spell I could not be sure. Soon his was majestically bucking his hips, the tight and massive globes of his buttocks flexing as his pillar plunged purposefully into the pliant puckering lips of his favorite fuck. You might have thought 'Tia was getting the worst of it, slobber and drool spilling messily down her face and tits, as her eyes rolled in their sockets and her nostril visibly flared as they fought for air around the behemoth fuck-pole , but you would be wrong. Down below her, sandwiched between a pair of massive Amazonian breasts, a captive in cleavage endured swat after swat of Oluth's unrelenting nuts, the gigantic orbs powerfully slapping her in the face, knocking her silly, and to add insult to injury, the constant nasty stream of drool and precum that spilled down was getting all over her. The Bounty Huntress was as utterly helpless in this position as she had wanted to make them, getting taste after taste of her own medicine, and her own medicine, in this case, tasted like a pair of huge bull balls. Finally, after one particularly deep slam home into 'Tia's throat, and a scrotal slap that rendered Mad Malarielle at least temporarily cross-eyed, Oluth gave a loud grunt, his pendulous pair tightening up as wad after wad began to visible spurt into 'Tia's throat. With each shot he pulled out a little, blast after spunk blast drooling down to coat the ball-battered bitch's hair and face so thickly none of her tattoos could be seen. He continued to stroke himself, raining his thick cum onto Talitanitia's titanic tits and pretty face, leaving the bounty-huntress below sputtering and coughing. Now she was too weak to fight back as a still throbbing Oluth moved to mount the Amazon, cockhead spreading her wide as he begin to glide majestically inside her. The slickness of cum left Mad Mal' to slide down the Amazon's body as the latter shifted and spread herself to give him access, causing his heavy log of a cock to grind and press her whole body as he ravaged 'Tia. Mad Malarielle's own dripping snatch no doubt presented a very tempting target to Oluth, but whatever work of the spell seemed to make it so that he could only focus his lust on 'Tia and she on him; the two were drawn magnetically to one another's sex in this state. This didn't prevent the bounty huntress from getting to enjoy herself all the same, his grinding hot shaft mashed her clit and labia around, and even brushed sometimes across her stiff little nipples, her cunt burst forth with juicy little gouts of liquid as her moans joined 'Tia's. Oluth pumped and humped away for what must have been a solid hour in this position, leaving me to frig myself to climax after climax. Valsivale seemed a little perplexed even in her dazed state, sure that she hadn't ensnared me in her web of lust too, but with the veritable banquet of a fuck-session unfolding before me, I didn't need magic to be aroused. Finally he changed things up, tugging the Amazon's ass up and around, curling over her body to mount her as a particularly well-hung bull might a particularly big-uddered cow. Mad Malarielle was still stock with this for the ride, his hands guiding her up and around his cock so that she was literally riding the shaft as his cock bullied and beat 'Tia's pussy around for its own selfish pleasure. With each savage thrust, his balls would swing up and in unison slap both 'Tia's clit and Malarielle's, bringing them each to an ear-splitting screaming orgasm with every blow. They fucked and fucked, until finally each collapsed, exhausted, first the bounty huntress, then the Amazon, and finally the great bull, his chest heaving as he dumped a final, preposterous lake of cum over both women. Now the spell was broken, and Valsivale, without the commands of Malarielle didn't seem interested in picking a side, only withdrawing to the edge of the pillar and staring into the distance, hollowly. We'd won. *** We left the cave as one. I held Valsivale's hand to help give her the direction she seemed to need as Oluth carried a still sleeping 'Tia over one shoulder and a bound Mad Malarielle in the other. We found Saela nearby in a clearing, stood in front of a shrine, holding a statue of a figure familiar to most people in this part of the world. "I've been praying, and I think She must have helped from the look of things." Saela said as we stopped to collect ourselves. Oluth rumbled. "I've never been one for prayer to human Gods, but I've no quarrel with the Goddess Rial'Aa. Besides, nice tits for a statue." It was an obtuse fertility carving, the body almost spherical with hemispheres representing a head, breasts, and hips. Saela shook her head at his blasphemy, but smiled. "So what do we do now?" I asked, still quivering from my long period of voyeurism in the cave. "First we go to the Arena and give them Mad Malarielle. See how much she enjoys fighting against prey that can fight back. Then, Valsivale can take us to my homeland. I believe it is time I faced my people and claimed what is rightfully mine. "I'm not taking you." Valsivale intoned grimly. "I... I have lost a little of myself the last few weeks. I must take some time. I'm sorry." With those words she abruptly vanished, leaving us all to regroup. Oluth only shrugged, setting a waking Talitanitia back on her feet. "Then we go North." My Minotaur said. We were on our way. My Minotaur X My story draws near its close, dear reader, and I shall do my utmost to do these final moments justice in their detail. The first thing I shall say is that Oluth was clearly born for the mantel of leadership. While I'd thought him to be little more than a beast when we first met, I had since come to recognize what a being of great power, intelligence, and patience he truly is. Even then, it was not until after the business with Aryth I came to fully realize his potential. You must understand, I am one who has knowledge when it comes to those who rule. As a Lady of the realm, I have met my fair share of leaders: Petty tyrants, warmongers, weaklings, zealots, power-brokers and hedonists. The fact of the matter is that they aren't all that different from one another. Each is an insecure male, a shadow of what he is supposed to be, and the crippling part is that he *knows* it. Perhaps the system of Oluth's tribe for determining rule might seem arbitrary, I'll agree, yet one cannot deny it gets around that problem of competition quite nicely for the most part. No one has incentive or means to harm the Herd Leader, and he, secure in the fact that he really is going to be swinging the biggest dick around, is not motivated by the need to prove himself or impress fools. Oluth, as a leader, is truly liberated to do only what is best for his people, and nothing more. The moment Oluth assumed his new position; he was tireless in fortifying the village. Explaining the use of crossbows to his kin, he made sure that there was sturdy wooden cover at any possible vantage point. He also had them ready a strange pyre in the center of town, though why I could not yet determine. He sent Saela forth to spy quietly upon the oncoming storm. When she returned, he seemed relieved to hear that they were still a day away, yet betrayed the tiniest bit of worry at their number. Somewhere along the way, my husband had added more troops to his command, a full legion some ten thousand strong were with him now. The Herd Leader refused to allow this to hurt moral. When he saw the nervous shift in the tribe over the size of the oncoming invasion, he only boomed out to them in that overwhelming way of his, "Rest easy, Myrnotaurs. If the great Lord Fizzlethip chooses to bring ten thousand soldiers, then it only means we shall bring down ten thousand soldiers. Nothing more." This did seem to have a calming effect. I decided to arrange my own way of bolstering their spirits. My voice may not have Oluth's depths, but if there's one thing I know how to do, it's arbitrarily boss people around. "The first among you to finish TEN fortifications shall receive Fellatio from Saela, the Amazon, and I. So you should—" I did not have time to finish my promise as the whole herd seemed to break into instant motion. We stood amazed as bulls throughout moved with increased vigor, competing gamely to gather materials and erect additional traps, shields, and other useful furnishings. "You know you really should ask our permission before promising the service of our bodies like that." Saela snorted, hands on her hips, lips curled in an angry pout. I studied her a moment, trying to figure out if she was serious. Then it hit me. "Is that your best impersonation of me, little-top?" I asked. "Yes!" She burst out giggling. I rolled my eyes. Before long, the village was so decked out with defenses, the Myrnotaurs had to resort to constantly shouting at one another in order to avoid being caught up in them. This was going to be a hard place to assail. We were delighted too, that the first of the young bulls to come and enumerate his ten deeds was a strapping thing, perhaps a little lean for our highly spoiled tastes, but packing an impressive foot of cock nevertheless. I could definitely get used to this place. Saela, Talitanitia and I went to work, instantly sinking to our knees before him. He gasped both in surprise and sensation as the smallest of us engulfed the head of his cock with her lips. 'Tia and I held onto his sturdy thighs as we each leaned in to tongue-lash a ball of our own, making a meal of the meaty morsels that hung pendulously in his sack. He was of course, sweaty from the work and we made our enjoyment at that fact clear in our universal language of horny moans and lusty smacks of our lips. The young stud was in heaven! Saela stepped up her game, meeting us at his scrotal root as she took his entire prong inside of her. Where the little one finds room for it I'll never know, but she barely gagged on it as her nose met the fur patch above his prick. Her tongue whipped out, slapping across ours as we each fully engulfed a ball now. One standing above may wonder why this Minotaur had no cock, just three very horny, moaning women attached to the front of him in what was getting to be a surprisingly deep puddle of precum and slobber that dripped from the mouths of those servicing him. Oluth chuckled at the display, his own phallus clearly engorging a little at the sight of us, but he forced himself away to help coordinate more battle plans. As I said, he was a good ruler, even if it occasionally made me a little sad. Talitanitia clapped her hands to the young Bull's ass, stuffing him just a hair deeper inside Saela which brought a loud gulping noise from her stuffed throat. Now he threw back his head and roared, blasting out with a thick load of bull-ball-batter that our elf was totally unprepared for. His cock visibly grew wider in her already bulging gullet and she pulled back rapidly as massive white webs of cum burst from both nostrils and her now-gaping mouth. We all reared back in glee to take his humongous wads on our faces and tits. His balls were not as huge as Oluth's, or even Aryth's, yet somehow within them they seemed to be just as copious in supply. I marveled at it. "So much! How did you—" He silenced me with a final splat a little later than the others between my eyes. "I have not had release for months. I even abstained during your little...display for the tribe yesterday. Built up quite a lot didn't it?" We could only nod and groan a little in agreement. *** That night, I wanted to raise moral further, and pulled Saela and Talitanitia into another discussion. Soon we were all outfitted with a supply of oil lent by one of the village's cows, and for all the assembled males at the great pre-battle feast that night, we began to dance. Our steps were much different than those of the previous night, but as our bare breasts came into play and we began to rub against one another, approval was quite high. I gyrated my ass before each male there, and made another circle to lower and jiggle my queenly breasts at them as well, letting an occasional feel get copped. The girls did their best to keep up with me, and soon all were cheering for our slutty display. We capped it all off by pouring the oil over our humongous mounds and massaging each other down. No matter the culture, men are predictable in what they enjoy, that much is certain. Our little show well received, we retired to Oluth for what we feared might be a last night of lovemaking. He invited Aryth share in what pleasures we could offer, and even though I'm not sure I would have the will to refuse Oluth anything, I wouldn't have wanted to even if I could. In fact, there was something perhaps extra stimulating in having two gorgeous bulls to feast my eyes on, even if I did have my favorite in the better endowed of the two. This time, the sex we all shared was much less frantic, neither of the bulls was eager to prove anything to the other and we three ladies merely wanted to enjoy them. We started with slow sloppy triple blowjobs of the likes we'd favored the tribal member with before, and then let the rumbling males take his pick, fucking Saela and Talitanitia lustily while I saw to the continuous service of their colossal balls. I'm not sure how I always ended up being the one on testicular duty, but I was not complaining about my roll for a moment; as a member of the aristocracy I know a delicacy to be enjoyed when I taste one, and taste I did, eagerly, hungrily, greedily slurping and pawing as much humongous nut meat into my maw as I could fit. I must have done a good job, because I was the shared victim of the two brothers next, eyes wide with surprise when Oluth sat me abruptly on his Saela-slickened suck-stick, impaling me deeply and well to an instant orgasm. But then I felt Aryth's gorgeous abs bumping against the small of my back as positioned himself at my tender ass, thrusting himself in. I started to cry out but only found Saela's glistening bald pussy right in my mouth. Helplessly I tried to beat a message to send help into her clit with my tongue, but the selfish little sex only answer my wayward cries with gush after gush of delicious Syphaerel nectar. Aryth's thick cock in my ass was so intense a sensation that I couldn't help but gargle the juice as it flowed into my throat which had no stopped trying to scream. But do not think for a moment that I wasn't enjoying it. Yes it might have felt like innermost walls would fray to nothing, or burn from the sheer friction caused by the rampaging bull cocks that stuffed me. Yes it might have been causing my tits to swivel uncontrollably with such force that my face taking a harsh boob-beating every moment it wasn't stuffed into Saela's cunt. And yes, it might also be the case that the bull nuts colliding with my upturned ass with every powerful thrust were so savage that I had oval-shaped marks left on me well into the night, but OH how I loved this! My pussy was doing cartwheels of joy, and my ravaged ass was revealing to me pleasure I'd never suspected could be gotten. 'Tia tried to work many different roles, assisting me in eating Saela, slurping on the pendulous beef-balls, lovingly licking my swaying udders, and sometimes licking the parts of the boys' cocks that couldn't find entrance within either of my holes. But no matter where she was, my cruel little cunny was bursting with another face-full of juice for her, squirting backwards or being slapped forwards by an errant testicle or breast, seeming to always seek the Amazon out, making her visage a many-coated mess of my own orgasm sauce. The part of me that was able to not focus on the fact that my body was being sent to heaven and hell simultaneously by two relentless, godlike dicks was laughing at the sight of her always failing to avoid my next squirt. Finally they had their fill of me in this way and dumped me to the floor. In the reflective surface of the polished brass of an ornate fixture I could see the considerable gape my ass and pussy now shared; I knew I'd recover in time, but surely any physician would think I'd been permanently altered by the process! They were not done with me yet though. The two bulls demonstrated their boundless appetite and horny ingenuity by seizing both Talitanitia and I, placing us face-to face, and interlocking our tits like the teeth to some elaborate gear. Our eyes met with some confusion that quickly turned to surprise as the pair of them began to saw away into our tits, pounding our formidable breast flesh like so much fuckmeat. Saela seemed jealous, knowing she just didn't have the tits to offer herself up in the same way, but instead took advantage of our state by rolling her face into our vast expanses of titflesh, slurping at nipples where should could find them, letting her tongue run over the two invading ultracocks as they passed by. Soon it seemed her whole head was swallowed up by our huge tracts of land, her lithe legs kicking out and flailing a little when a marauding cock would grind her into our ever more rippling bosoms. This sexually unique sight was apparently at last enough, and we could all feel the shafts begin to swell abruptly out as balls swelled up and buttocks clenched. Of course they didn't stop railing our mutual cleavage, only pounded away more intensely as their always mind-breaking wads begin to blast out. As there was nowhere for all the cum to run, it just exploded out, twin salvoes bursting forth in splashy white bursts. It was as though some cheap entertainment magician had thrown some ball of fire between us, but instead of pain we were only pelted with a bursting rain of sweet ambrosia. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was the feel of Saela and Talitanitia eagerly licking every last thick drop of cum from my body, before doing the same to each other and curling up for the night. *** We awoke the next morning to shouts of alarm. My husband's little army had finally come within visible distance from the Village, and a lone rider approached us first. Before long, he stood before the five of us, bearing his message. "The Great Lord Fizzlethip has, in his most magnanimous sense of mercy and kindness, decided to grant you cow-men one last chance at clemency. Surrender the bitch now and you will be spared the overwhelming onslaught that is to come!" Oluth laughed as I scowled. "Tell your tiny master that if he dares set foot within MY herd's lands, I will keep a promise I made to him a long time ago." "And tell him not to call me, 'bitch'" I added, stamping my foot for emphasis. "I will tell him what you have said." The messenger swore, bowing slightly before the huge figure of Oluth. Then he tipped his helmet to me, saying, "Well met, bitch." And turned around. "LIGHT THE FIRES!" Oluth commanded, cupping his great hands around his muzzle as he shouted so that the base of his voice carried everywhere. There was a rush of activity and soon a great blaze of the strange plants from the day before was alight. As they burned, the village filled with an odd sort of smoke; thin enough to see through for those of us close, yet billowing and thicker at its edges to obscure our huts form the threat of crossbow-fire. Oluth nodded in approval as he began to direct bulls to their positions. "We call that herb, 'Fog of War' for just this reason." He explained to me. Then he pointed me towards a tower. "You get up there and keep watch. I want your eyes everywhere. Your shrill, aggravating voice will be the best to call the alarm if you see something that needs my attention." "HOW DARE YOU! I'LL GIVE YOU SHRILL AGGRAVATION YOU TWO-TON—" I couldn't finish the thought as Oluth clapped a hand over my mouth before I could go on. "Yes, that's perfect. Get to it, Ailara." Grudgingly, I climbed the ladder. The battle that would come to be known as Fizzlethip's Folly, had begun. *** From my vantage point on the tower, I truly could see everything. For a moment I almost felt like I was home, watching some display put on by the peasantry for my entertainment. I longed in that moment for a cool drink in my hand, the feel of a girl's skilled hands relaxing the muscles of my shoulders, and my husband's constant showering of gifts and adulation. Is that all it would take for me to be happy? Accepting the brief, sad moments of rutting each night to live a life of constant largesse? None of this endless hiking and struggling. No more lost clothes or damaged skin. Not having to be a part of such violence and mayhem like the assault about to happen. But thought of going through the rest of life without the feel of impossibly strong hands drawing me into the warmth of impossibly strong arms wrapped around me... Without getting to feel that vibration from the very core of me each time that earthquakingly deep voice rumbled.... Without the sensation of being more "full" of raw potency., of having all the bad in me literally cored out and replaced with sensations that felt they could rip the very sky asunder for all their electricity... ... ... ... No. Things going back the way they were were simply not an option, and I whether I would perish to be overwhelmed by the 10,000 or somehow stand in triumph at the end of the day no longer mattered. I would stay. Despite this new resolve, I found myself screeching and ducking as a sound not unlike a heavy rain abruptly fell over the village. Bolt after bolt, quarrel after quarrel as my husband's men fired in volleys so vast that it seemed no surface would be left untouched. It was agonizing minutes by the time it was all done. Crossbows took time to reset, of course, but they had been firing in waves to avoid any interruption in the hailstorm they'd unleashed. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally worked up the courage to look out at the town. Every surface, every spot of ground, every hay-bale and house was bristling with bolts, like some absurd porcupine had come and inseminated offspring with every structure in sight. But no corpses were in view. No fallen or even injured Myrnotaurs dotted the landscape. My husband, it would seem, was as impotent on the battlefield as he was in the bedroom. Talitanitia emerged from one of the huts. She was a glorious sight, smeared in elaborate war paint complimenting her already-heavy array of tattoos. She took a quick moment, putting a piece of parchment against an un-scathed doorway and wrote a quick message with ink from her fingers. Then, taking a heavy oak Javelin from somewhere inside she took a hopping step forward and hurled it. I called down to her, "What did that say?" She smirked up at me, "Nice try. You have an extremely small penis." She answered. I giggled. Some time passed. More wood and fogging herb was thrown on the central fire. Myrnotaur children and their odd mothers poked their heads out to look at the destruction. Some traps were double-checked. It was amazing no bolts had triggered those prematurely, and now the way they obscured the ground could only work to the village's advantage. Finally a single missile soared through the air, awkwardly, for it was held down with a message as well. 'Tia whipped out her hand, snatching it from the air like a falling leaf and quickly unbound the message. "What's the one say?" I asked. "Then you will just have to die on our blades instead of our bolts. And I'll have you know it is average size for my height." She blinked as she read this aloud, looking to me for interpretation. I shrugged. "He *is* very short, yet even then, it is VERY small." Laughter rippled through the village. *** Silence was brief. The next sound was that of the thunderous march of too many men. I could not help but tremble a little here. There were not enough traps. There were not enough warriors. There was no way for everyone to hide or flee. Surely we would be wiped out in the tempest of blood that approached! I crouched low in my watchtower, barely peering over the side. I suppose some women would be terrified at the prospect of being violated before being killed. In my case, I only feared the boredom of such unsatisfying sex. It was Oluth and the others I worried about. In my head I told myself, "you can stop this. You can bring an end about before any lives need be lost. You are a more selfish bitch than I thought possible Lady Ailara. Is the possibility of sexual satisfaction after this moment really worth the lives that will come before it?" "Yes!" My own head answered. Then, "slut." It added. The boots grew closer and closer, and then one could hear traps going off, every few moments a loud twang or thud followed by a cry of surprise or pain. Oluth had ordered that the traps be designed to wound, not to kill. This was not out of mercy. He reasoned that an injured man brings three away from the field as it will take two more to carry him off to safety. The traps gave them pause, making them move more cautiously. Now was the time for hurling rocks, which Myrnotaurs did throughout the village, making the large dense missiles particularly crippling since their great strength was behind them. The first barrage was enough to get my husband's men moving again, jogging really, through trap after trap. My Minotaur X Of course I knew the little whoreson was going to be in the back of the pack, heroically letting wave after wave of his men fall victim to the cunning of the bull's defenses. I was not wrong. There were only hundreds of traps and thousands of men. Finally, a human shape at the fringe of the fog could be seen running in, spear in hand. "THEY'VE BREACHED!" I shrieked from lofty post. Hearing my voice echo from the distance I couldn't help but shudder. Oluth had been right; I was shrill. But my call was heeded, and now warriors prepared for a melee broke from their huts and stations. The first man to run through had caught sight of me and immediately ran for the ladder. Though I was no fighter I was prepared to ruin my priceless footwear stomping on his face as climbed, but luckily it didn't come to having to test that resolve. Talitanitia re-emerged with a long smooth staff in hand, whipping it viciously into his ribs, propelling him from the ladder in an almost dancer-like spin. Then three more were through and she was dealing with them as well. I'd overheard many of the Myrnotaur's question her choice of weapon the day before, wondering why she did not elect to use a sword or axe. As I watched her work, it was obvious. In her strong, skilled hands the staff was a thing of beauty, equally dangerous along any part of it, an infinite number of edges that she could bring to bear in any direction at any time. My jaw went slack as I watched her dispatch man after man, whirling the weapon around her lush body in an unending blur, toppling form after form, finding its way around defenses and into the chinks in armor. Soon she stood in a pile of groaning forms so dense she and her victims were literally standing on the backs of bludgeoned men as they fought. I felt safe with her at the base of the tower. I let my eyes wander to see what else was happening. The Bull's of the village did not keep much in the way of traditional weaponry. Instead they favored to let their muscles work their best, usually seeking to first immobilize the soldiers with a grab or a punch, then if they still had fight they risked being savagely gored by the Minotaurs' horns and tossed indifferently aside. My heat leapt briefly seeing that each bull was the match of many humans, but sank again at just how many humans I could see snaking their way through the fog. Saela was more ready for this than I would have thought possible. Like a ghost she flitted from shadow to shadow, darting in as different opportunities presented themselves. Sometimes she was forward to slip her leg out to trip an incoming man, at others she would move her hands in the most skilled manner, robbing a soldier of his sword and absconding way with it. Mostly though, the little bitch was just tapping groins left and right. Not a human testicle was safe from her vicious knees, elbows, fists and feet. She got three in a row this way before vanishing from my sight again. Oluth and Aryth were thrilling to see in battle, each his own dervish of destruction. Aryth was an unstoppable Juggernaut, fearlessly plowing his way through the ranks for the oncoming soldiers, his great head thrust left and right to toss them like so much reaped wheat to the ground. I saw now how he'd earned those many scars of his; he was effective but reckless in battle. Oluth by contrast has learned more Finesse from 'Tia. He did not charge, but took the time to line up his strikes and counter attacks, goring neatly and letting his prey slip to the ground instead of flinging them about. His cudgel-fists were no less deadly than his brawnier brother's and both of them dented helmets and skulls as one each time a sound blow landed. Even as all fought so bravely and well, they were falling back, and I was forced to join them, getting a handful of splinters as I flew down the ladder, joining the bulk of the Village inside the huge main hut. Here the strongest warriors, Oluth and Aryth and Talitanitia stood in the doorway, taking on as many as could face them at one time. Their prone forms and lifeless corpses beginning to pile up high enough, that they were now becoming an obstacle all themselves. But thousands of men remained, and one could see from the Amazon's heaving breasts and the great snorts of breath coming from both great bulls' nostrils that they were tiring, rapidly. Finally a nasty pommel caught Aryth flush in the head and he was pushed aside with a startled grunt. Men poured through the hole and engaged the rest of the villagers as they stepped up to fight. But anyone could see this was hopeless now. The Myrnotaur's would not last, the hut would be overfilled, and all were certain to be slai— FRZZZZZAMPH! I do not know how else to describe the sound that interrupted my thoughts. There was a flash of crimson and a figure I'd never thought I'd see again abruptly stood in the center of those townspeople not yet engaged in battle. "Hello pointy-ears, bull-balls, muscles." Then she looked at me, "Oh, and hello to you, tits. Did you all miss me?" "VALISIVALE" The four of us cried at once. Tia then asked with a hint of jealousy, "Wait, why does Lady Ailara get to be 'tits'?" She thrust hers out for emphasis. "Because she doesn't have muscles. Next question." Valsivale shot back. "Where have you been?" I asked. "I had to find myself. Between Oluth dominating me and that awful woman having her way with me, I came to the frightening conclusion that I might be some sort of hedonist... a slave to my passions and whoever could enflame them." "And?" Saela asked after a prolonged pause. "And I came to the obvious answer. Yup! That's exactly what I am. Since Oluth has brought me more pleasure than anyone else, I'm here for him. Not a moment too soon from the looks of things, I'd say." She rubbed her hands together. Saela shot me a meaningful glance. It specifically meant that the Enchantress was still completely insane. "Can you Teleport us all away from this?" I asked. "Probably. But that's not what I'm going to do. This armies' greatest strength is its greatest weakness too. All these men. All this raging battle energy. I wonder...what if I just....turned it in on itself....." As she spoke, her voice grew distant and her eyes did not really seem to look at us anymore. Her arms spiraled, commanding that which we could not see, swirling it around and around, a great vortex seeming to be described in her broad body language. Then it was the sound of hundreds, no, thousands of betrayals all happening at once. The sickening sound of swords piercing armor, cloth, flesh rang out in a grotesque echo as every soldier turned to the man on his left and savagely stabbed or slashed him. Eight thousand men became four thousand, then four thousand two, and so on, until only handfuls were left, fighting one another. The last man standing seemed to break from Valsivale's spell, cast his head about in despair, and then fell on his sword. The whole process took less than 30 seconds. There was a moment of quiet. Then something truly fantastic happened. My husband, the Lord Fizzlethip, idiot that he was, assumed the silence meant his side had won, and without a Myrnotaur in sight he strode confidently across the endless bodies of his own men, swaggering right into the main tent. There was certain sadness in how a great step for him was such a tiny lurch. But I no longer felt an ounce of pity for the madman. This many had died to claim him and I would end it now. "So, Wife, are you rea—" he stopped cold, realizing he stood alone, surrounded by the enemy, Oluth triumphant. "Kneel, Fizzlethip." Oluth commanded. The little man seemed about to well up with tears, but threw himself on both his hands and knees before the Herd Leader. "You have pursued me far. You have caused me no end of trouble. The blood of your legion is on your selfish hands." He let his rich, booming voice hang in the air, the small man trembling at what was to come. "I have decided, out mercy or malice, that you will simply have to live with that. I show you mercy." "Thank you mil—"My husband began, cut short by me. "NO!" I screeched. All eyes were on me for my defiance. "My Lord, Oluth, made a promise long ago." I grimly intoned as I reached beneath his loin cloth, seizing the root of his massive, soft cock, hauling it high. "MY MINOTAUR KEEPS HIS PROMISES!" I yelled with triumph as I brought the meaty cudgel down with all my might, tits lending weight to the swing as I came down with it. "AILARA!" Oluth growled. "BROTHER!" Shouted Aryth. "CRACK" Said my husband's neck, breaking from the sheer weight of the cock that made him a cuckold so long ago, impacting the back of his head. His tiny, lifeless body toppled forward. There was another silence. Then Oluth hauled me up by both arms, his grip so firm it was almost painful. He brought me face-to-face, his voice infinitely more menacing in the quiet way he spoke. "You will never defy me like that again. And you will be punished for this, later. Do you understand me?" I nodded. *** There was cleaning. As quickly as they'd built their war machine, the Myrnotaurs cleared the bodies away, taking them some great distance from the village and burying them, together. I am happy to say they left no mark. I made myself sheepishly useful, tonguing the sweat from the balls of the hardest workers, perhaps paying them back in some small way for the price they'd paid for my freedom and disobedience. When all was cleared away, all, at last bathed, and went to the hot springs to be clean. While we languished, Valsivale came to rub Oluth's shoulders, and spoke slowly into his ear, loud enough for all of us to hear, "Your cult of lust grows close, great Bull. I can sense their insatiable desire acutely, even from their three hours away. I think they have grown since I last left your side. There are hundreds now, who thirst for a taste of your legend." Oluth smirked, his hand unconsciously drifting towards his "legend" where it floated out before him in grand display. "We'll be ready for them." He intoned. And we were. There was no Fog-of-War left in the air by the time we could see them. They marched relentlessly forward, a huge mob of nubile women. They looked well cared for...but then I couldn't see any inn or town refusing to care for such a bevy of comely guests, and it was certain that they had picked up plenty more followers just from descriptions of Oluth's sexual prowess. At the head of the pack there was a tallish blonde leading them. She seemed to almost be using her large rack as a sort of divining rod for Oluth, and at the sight of him, she squealed with glee, pointing and shouting to the others. Then she was running, charging up the field on a beeline for the hulking Minotaur. "Not on my watch!" I shouted, and stripped down, running with my breasts bouncing painfully to meet her head-on. We had a collision tits-first in an earth-shaking jiggle-fest, the two of us collapsing to the ground. Mine were a little bigger, and I won... when the dust had settled I was straddling her, knees to either side of her ears as I stuffed my bare cunt into her mouth. "Eat me PEASANT!" I screamed triumphantly, "EAT ME!" She did. While the mystery blonde was doing her best to tongue-ream me out, perhaps assuming I was Oluth's gate-keeper, one of the Myrnotaurs came over to join us, dropping his great head to lick and lap at my tits. His tongue was so large he could practically lift my heavy globes on it, and he eventually graduated to pressing them together, titfucking his tongue with my vast canyon of cleavage. I saw more Myrnotaurs charging to meet more women as they came forth in their great wave, couple after couple colliding in any number of configurations, the lusty women seeming to not be picky so long as they had a creature even resembling Oluth, and none were disappointed so far. One was scooped up into a standing 69 position, and another leapt right onto the hard-cock of a strapping bull. Another twirled with her interceptor, the two already fucking by the time they hit the ground, her head drooping in a humiliated-looking doggy-style. Saela pulled one of her classic sneak attacks...I saw her slip off somewhere out of sight to side, and then suddenly she was completely wrapped around a wanton-looking redhead, grinding her breasts into the woman's back as her finger's snaked skillfully across the exposed clitoris. However the woman turned, Saela evaded being shaken or from losing her contact, and soon her poor victim was on her knees, sobbing with pleasure as her pussy was well and truly frigged out with Syphaerel fingers, growing more juice-coated by the second. The Myrnotaur finally stood and flopped out his cock, first squatting over my blonde's face, feeding her his huge nuts as he thumped the head of himself against my now-wet tits and clit. He was no Oluth, but at over a foot of cock he was certainly no slouch either. He stood to cram himself inside of me, reaming my throat deep with his entire length. Now so accustomed to even larger sizes I took him all without difficult, stroking the backs of his balls with my palms as I twisted my hips, really clit-grinding my peasant bitch below. Talitanitia had belted up, and marched onto the "battle" field with that gruesome dildo-harness swaying in the breeze. She easily caught two interlopers as they closed in on Oluth, pulling one beneath her apparatus to feast on her pussy where it suck out, and made the other lubricate the awesome tool with her mouth. The two sucked her respective parts, real and artificial, until her head was craned back in a perfect mask of pleasure. Not to be left out, two more stopped their charge to close in on her tits, all of them quadrupling up on her tall, fit frame in a tornado of tongues. Now I was being well and truly throat-fucked, huge gobbets of slobber and precum spilling from my clenching-then-unfurling lips, dripping down the majestic Minotaur shaft and finally pooling on my slut's forehead. Inside my head I was jokingly chiding myself for what I prude I'd been before my adventures had started. How could I never have seen the brilliance of women devouring my sex like this? All the time I'd wasted NOT having my ladies-in-waiting sexually service me where my now-deceased husband had failed. I was a fool, and I proved it in the way I gushed nastily onto her face, wiggling my ass tauntingly all the while. Aryth strode into view next, simply putting his hands on his hips, letting his big dangling cock and balls lure a handful of women right to their knees before him. The five of them all found room somewhere on his spectacular equipment, and soon heads were bobbing in a virtual spray of slobbery drops bursting out from each of the quintet's horny mouths. Aryth groaned in pleasure as three mouthed his cock in one direction and his balls were tugged apart from each other, stretching in his ropey sack by two fought over them. There was a bull in bliss. Valsivale weaved her magics, the women who were streaming past those of us already in the midst of the growing orgy finding themselves abruptly better endowed and hornier, some leaving visible trails of dripping nether-nectar as they squirmed forward, rendered totally and mindlessly passionate by the Enchantress' sorceries. She then gathered a cloud of lust so pure it was visible to the naked eye, a humongous, throbbing pulse of purple energy that suffused her entire body, and with an almost triumphant cry she clapped her hands together, index fingers pointing... ...at Oluth. It was not a subtle transformation. The Great Bull seemed to fill out slightly, his muscles coming to rival those of his brother, his height increasing to over his already normally gigantic status, and his equipment became ridiculous. His balls bulked out, sagging ever-lower in their thick sack, becoming as large as my tits, then larger, swelling out like a pair of prized watermelons and even larger. If his legs had not grown the fat impossible pair would be dragging a pair of ruts in the dirt as he strode forward in glorious, poetic motion. And his COCK. That beast DID drag, still soft and longer than his normal length hard he towed the preposterous undercarriage behind him, head like a hay-cart, shaft like the neck of some un-slayable dragon. A group of perhaps a dozen girls had finally reached the Herd-Master. He grinned wickedly and swung his hips, cocks lashing out like a great sweep that bowled each and every one of them over. Seizing his huge member in his huge hands, he shook the soft rope of fuckmeat back and forth, wiggling it across the bodies of all the girls he'd just knocked down. Then undulating it up and down he rolled it over them like waves and waves of dick, a tide that wouldn't stop. Visibly aroused they could only squirm and take their punishment, tongues, hands, jiggling torsos and bucking hips doing all they could to counter-attack the phenomenal fuckbeast now accosting them. The orgy swirled all around me now, and as the Minotaur who had been having his way with my mouth pulled out, stroking himself to a nasty orgasm that left me and my pussy-eater totally drenched, it tightened, magically augmented participants closing in a sort of fist, made entirely from fucking participants. To every side of me were cocks, tits, balls, pussies, dicks, mouths, nuts, asses, shafts, scrotums, gashes, slobber, pussy-juice, cum, sweat, prongs, pricks, soft limp members, swinging semi-hardons, throbbing doorknob sized heads and gapingly ruined cunts, and bruised bosoms. It became far too much to keep up with all of it, and I fear dear reader, the following accounts I leave you with are more than a little disjointed, yet all one could hope to do with two eyes. Talitanitia's foursome and Aryth's five-some had merged, 9 horny women fighting with each other for access to suck Tali's fake dick and to tongue her clit, which they alternated trying to crowd onto Aryth's cock and balls. With a grin the Amazon swept her sluts away from her toy, unbolting it to bring her oozing pussy in sharp contact with Aryth's fantastic prong. Standing face-to-face they fucked, still being licked by the worshipful throng. Those who could not fit on 'Tia's huge bosoms or Aryth's swinging, ass-slapping balls, instead took to worshipping the pair's muscles; a trait in which they had much in common. If one was a lover of the developed, fit form, their coupling was cause for overwhelming lust. Soon a horde of bulls had descended on the couple and their nine worshipers, perhaps twelve of the village's prime beef subjects abruptly filling invading cunts, ushering in thrashing orgasms and moans. Some were still into Aryth and 'Tia enough to keep licking, but others turned to their new partners in face-agape pleasure, bucking and riding the bull cocks like pros. It was obvious that whoever had fucked them prior to this adventure, no lover could match up to the incredible power and size of the Myrnotaurs. All of them were discovering portions of their pussies they did not even know existed. Despite this, Aryth and Talitanitia did not stop fucking. Aryth pumped his hips as if showing his townsmen how it was really done, and the Amazon responded in kind, showering all around her in grouts of misty Gladiatrix-goo, hips bucking to meet every thrust of the bull. He held her aloft, spinning so that none were spared sight or spray. Saela, it seemed, had drawn a following of her own. After so thoroughly devouring that first woman to an almost-weeping pile of ecstasy upon the ground, others had swarmed the little elf, discovering for themselves just how delicious the flavor of a Syphaerel's body can be, each tongue every part of her. They were not delicate either, some devouring her large breasts as wholly as they could, tugging her nipples in their teeth, slobbering into her spilling cunt, and even deep-tonguing her protruding little bottom. She could only squirm and writhe over them, a used thing, a fuck-cake shared by every diner. My Minotaur X Oluth had started to harden, his cock now as long as his normal unenhanced height, nine feet, yes, three YARDS, of semi hard cock somehow still being wielded with his hips and hands. Perhaps twenty women now fought for space on him, not merely sucking but pressing their whole bodies against his tree-trunk like shaft, riding him as though he were a prize stallion, their leaking quims grinding up and down on his throbbing veins and taught skin. One poor girl had even taken him face on. Her whole body was coated in a film of presperm as she pressed her face right into his cumslit, losing herself inside it. But Oluth still showed skill, rolling himself such that each woman was still getting a good clit-grinding from the unwieldy organ, the love-leviathan making sure all were cumming. It took four strong women just to lift and lick his left testicle now, the ball-boulder a truly potent world of cum-containment all on its own. And it had a twin. This load was going to be obscene when he reached it, that much was obvious. Valsivale was not idol. Spinning more of the sexual energy into use, she engorged her breasts, the already preposterous chesticles growing up larger than all the rest of our band combined. With a sweep of her torso she brushed the worshipful women from the root of Oluth's cock and swung a leg up to straddle it. Sitting on his log she grunted, heaving her now-unbelievable mammories up into the air, bringing them down hard on his mind-bending nuts, wiggling and swaying, bouncing breasts on balls in what was some sort of contest for dominance. Aryth had finally broken from Talitanitia, the pair of them roaring through their orgasms, the bull whipping his cock back and forth, round-and-round, balls pulsing as he fed each nearby woman a belly full of cum, letting them all have a gut-filling wad of her own before moving on to the next. Of course some was missed, and even though most of his seed found its home in one belly or another, the rest was left to coat faces and drip from tits, even lubing up a few asses for inevitable assaults from the other bulls. Saela finally managed to crawl from her manhandling admirers and found her way to me. "Are you okay?" I asked. Wordlessly she shoved me, hard, pushing me from my pussy-eater and taking that job over, but more as my queen than my bitch. Wordlessly she proffered her upturned ass to the first hung bull to come across it, moaning her pleasure into my clit as she munched down on my sex. I could tell she'd been thinking of doing this for a while, and I relented, letting her feed on my pouring cunny, moaning as she worked her fingers into the action, expertly bringing me to a quick multiple orgasm, gargling my girl cream as it slopped into her throat in response. FRZZZZAMPH! Valsivale was abruptly in the center of the orgy, pumping the cocks and balls of a few bulls even larger, restoring Aryth's hard on with a touch, and then abruptly deepthroating the nearest cock. The whirling enchantress, a true master of the arts of being a slut as she was at magic, bobbed and gagged and gargled, pulling back from a cumming cock in seconds. Then, PHMAZZZZZRF, she was gone, now beneath Oluth's balls, reversing the action she'd been giving him moments ago, nuts on tits. But Oluth seemed done flexing his might away from the circle and pulled back from his horde of horny whores, using the distance to swing out a now hard 14 feet of cock, knocking the women literally airborne, making them colliding with the orgy already in progress before him. Then the great bull strode forward, literally fucking his grotesquely gargantuan fuck-freeway into the orgy, literally fucking the hundreds of scattered body as one entity, bucking his hips so that friction found every willing female (and probably a few of the boys though I couldn't see them) present. He was incredibly having sex with an entire mob at once entirely by himself. I shrieked in surprised as a contingent of women lifted Saela and I up, pulling us apart and slamming us onto the humongous slab of meat Oluth was supplying the group. Now the Herd Master's monstrous shaft was being coated in slobber and pussy juice as horny girls attacked me the elf and I, devouring our bodies with swabbing tongues, letting our juices spill onto the fuckmeat slab that supported us. The sight was too much for Aryth, and he moved forward with his re-engorged cock, spreading Saela's legs to fuck her atop his brother's now godlike member. The juices she poured out now were coating almost a yard of Oluth's busy fuck-dragon. Aryth just pounded and pounded away, like he was trying to found a mine or oil-well from somewhere deep inside Saela and she could only twist and moan in response, sobbing with pleasure now. Aryth, it seemed, inspired the rest of the bulls, and soon a legion of women were bent over Oluth's cock being taken roughly. Cocks invaded cunts in a veritable symphony of sex, and perhaps half a dozen women were being brutally plowed into atop Oluth's balls. The Herd Leader moaned, roaring his pleasure as he blessed this union of pleasureling and Myrnotaur with his now outrageous scepter, pumping it away to the sexual delight of each member of this insane orgy. I lost track of everything happening. It might have been somewhere between my getting double-teamed by Talitanitia and Aryth. It might have been when the women passed me around like a slave, making me eat them as I'd done to them, perhaps to teach me some respect; I was no Lady here. It might have been when the Bulls pulled me aside for a savage group cock-beating, which left me covered in clear dick-shaped red marks, breathless on my back. I cannot say exactly where I lost sight of time, but my world was nothing but white-hot pleasure from when the sun was setting to the deepest dark of night. When I was finally aware of my senses enough to see again, Oluth seemed the only one left awake, bulls and bitches law strewn about the village in dozens of different configuration, exhausted, satiated, and snoring. "The time has come, Ailara." Oluth said. I blinked. "Time for what?" "Your punishment. Since you are SO insistent that I keep my promises," he growled, "I will keep the one I made you so long ago. I will take you with the Enchantments upon me. Brace yourself." "Wait!" I said, eyes widening as he swatted me gently with the still-enormously-engorged prick, sweeping me sidelong into a building. Now he aimed the prickhead between my legs, barrel-sized balls swaying powerfully as he pinned me there and fucked IN. Even taking just the tip of the first part of it was too much, and my scream was long and loud, even as it still managed to feel good. "Oh God Oluth, please...I'll die...from pleasure or pain I will...oh GOOOODS!" I gasped as he shoved again, stretching me impossibly wide. It was no part of Valsivale's enchantment that allowed me to survive this, as I've said before... A Lady must have some secrets. As he began to pump me with foot after foot of doorway-wide meat, my screams only grew louder and louder, and the orgy began to stir and awaken, watching this punishment get meted out upon my helpless form. Oluth fucked and pumped and stuffed and crammed and filled and punished and forced and fed and force-fed and ground and grunted and deep-dicked and savaged and slammed and plowed and plastered and thrust and reamed and ravaged and floored and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked his endless prick into me. The audience could only gasp. Whether they were gasping at what he was doing to me, or gasping at the fact that I was still alive, or gasping because I was gasping in obvious pleasure as my dilated pussy splattered a rolling sheet of my innermost juices down his column of cock I couldn't say. But they gasped. Finally Oluth had had enough and he swung me, still on his cock, away from the wall, aiming me towards the crowd and roaring so loud it echoed from the mountain tops he came. His first blast was just to unseat me, blasting me, gaping cunt spilling more of him in an arc as I flew, into the assembled crowd. Then he was hosing down the orgy, dumping wad after horse-sized wide from the cavernous cum slit and throne-sized balls, spilling bodies left and right in the endless spurts. I don't know if Valsivale had used her magic to enhance the taste of him or not, but, the women certainly acted like she had, all of them swarming to wherever his thick gonad gravy spilled on the ground, slurping it up lustily. Even though each blast spilled some of them aside, others took their places between shots and those scattered re-grouped again and again, just dying for another load of magically copious bull-ball broth. Finally Oluth was sated, and his great cock went limp, slowly returning to its normal ridiculously huge size. The orgy was over. The day was won. *** We dwelled in the village thereafter dear reader. Valsivale, Saela, Talitanitia, the horde of worshipful women and me. Occasionally women would come from afar having heard the legend of the sick and overwhelming pleasures that could be found in the little Myrnotaur village to the North. The tribe grew prosperous, wealthy even, beneath Oluth's rain, and soon some of the nicer aspects of my life returned with the riches that I had missed. But one thing had changed forever. As both reward and punishment, to remind me of my place while he reminded himself that frankly, it is good to be the king, Oluth had the Herd Leader's throne modified. It was a simple circular cut that allowed his ponderous balls to always dangle down while he sat, holding court for visiting dignitaries and new women for the village's collective harem. And as they spoke, those visiting dignitaries might occasionally whisper to one another, "Surely that cannot be the lost Lady Ailara can it?" And they couldn't be sure, for always my face was obscured beneath the potent warmth of his dangling scrotum and delicious bull balls. My job now, is only to give them support for all their weight on my face or head or tits, and always hungrily licking and lapping away at them. The effect on those visitors was undeniably intimidating. And I... I have come to realize the truth of My Minotaur. He was never mine, for I, dear reader, was always his. END My Minotaur "just go." My defeated husband whispered, making no effort to clothe himself as he crept from the room, weeping silently. Oluth turned to leave, and had gotten four huge strides before he found me blocking the way. "Take me with you." I said. He cocked his head at me. "No." "I can't just stay here. He's insane!" I said, pointing the direction my husband had gone. "But you've known that for some time, haven't you?" Chided Oluth. "Yes, but that was before..." "Before what?" "Before I saw your... Ab, uhh, I saw you." He smirked, seeming to know I had not really misspoken. "If I leave you here, I can depart freely. Take you with me, and he'll keep hunting me to get you back. Possibly with help from authorities far more dangerous than he. Now why should I risk that?" I put my hands behind my back and arched it, thrusting my gigantic jubbles out as I spoke. "I'll let you fuck me if you do." "Now what makes you think I—" He started. But I'd reached my breaking point. "LISTEN, you two-ton meatpile of gorgeous beast and hot hot man, let me clarify! I am going to fuck you, and we are going to leave together. Do you understand?" My growling voice filled the room for a moment, and I clenched my fists, angrily panting. Oluth seemed somewhat taken aback, and shifted a leg. "Wait, Ailara, I—" with a little scream I launched forward. Taking one step and leaping up I slammed into his mass, locking my legs around his torso. I bared my teeth and moved my head in for attack, trapping his lower lip between my plush, purple stained ones. I sucked his lip hard, even nibbling it gently with my teeth a little before releasing the hold and plunging forward once again, force feeding him my hot pink tongue. Now his shock turned to something else as he returned my kiss. I was surprised how human his mouth felt, despite being in such a different shape. He spiraled his tongue around mine, completely entwining the morsel as he drilled forward, tasting me, thrusting between my lips. We shared this mutual moment to the sound of wet smacks and contented moans. Mine, a deep throaty purr, and his a spine-melting groan of impossible depth. Reluctantly I pulled back, lips still parted and yearning. My eyes took in his muscles yet again, and my mouth tired of jealousy wanted its turn. I slurped down his corded neck to his tri-cleft shoulder, licking between the hard valleys there. I continued down his arm, devouring his hulking bicep like a succulent fruit. I continued shimmying down his body, leaving a sheen trail of my own juice streaked on his abdominals. The sift of those glistening muscles was too much for me and I gave them my full attention as I touched down to the ground. I sent my tongue over all eight bulges and into all six valleys. The salt of his post-battle sweat mixed with the sweet of my own nectar made for an intoxicating mix, and it was some time before I'd lapped it all up. Something beneath that loincloth was stirring now. I began to climb him again, but he scooped me up with one hand, easily cupping my ample bottom. I shared our flavor with in a salacious exchange of slobber, and moaned on his tongue as I felt a thick finger pull my small-clothes aside and inch into my waiting nethermaw. My lips pulled back with a smack and I focused on grinding my sensitive nipples into his chisled, perfect chest as he frigged me with that enormous pointer. It was thicker and longer than my husband's prick, and his skill full curling of it against my inner golden-spot brought an orgasm from me like I'd never experienced before. As I gave myself over to the wave of sensation, a copious gout of cream drizzled from me and showered the stone floor with a wet splatter. "Gods you Bull-stud! Take me! Fucking take me! I'm yours!" I screamed through my passion. It was then I felt something hot and firm tap me between my shoulder blades. Confused, I casually looked back and saw that it was his dick. His dick!!! I fell sideways, ass over teakettle, cheek to cement. I gazed back up at it, a long thick shadow being cast over my face, expression completely cockstunned at the sight. His loin cloth had flipped over on itself, and I let my wide-wide eyes crawl over every inch of this omnipotent organ. There were a lot those inches. The veins made a convenient map of the thing for my eyes to trail over, pinky-thick spider-webs criss-crossing to bear what must have been quarts of blood. Beneath this monolithic monstrosity—no, this alter at which I would now be doing all of my worship—was a pair of hanging bollocks, weighty at their grapefruit size, so much so that the wrinkled scrotum seemed overtaxed by their pendulous mass. I could not help but seize one in both hands, grunting slightly, amazed at the way both my arms flexed just to lift this thing. There must have been enough seed in one of these orbs to drown a leviathan! I wrapped one hand squarely around the shaft, just above these titanic twins, and then placed another hand above that. Then another hand above that, so on and so on until I finally had one palm perched on the deep cum-canyon at the top. My hands were not large, and it was fifteen hand-spans from the top of this thing to the bottom. Oluth had a flat yard of cock. "You see?" He said, his voice now seeming to match the sheer masculine force that was his towering truncheon and dangling dragon-eggs. "I was not fully aroused before. Now you know why we really can't be together." "Like Hell we can't!" I bellowed, jumping once again and seizing this bull by his horns. Like an acrobat I flexed my body and placed my ravenous pussy on the enormous head. Even as my rivulets of juice cascaded down the shaft, Oluth gave me his last warning. "I'll never fit." "Yes you will!" "How?" "A lady must have some secrets!" I shot back. Whatever words were about to come out of his mouth were replaced by gutteral and primal noise as I shoved down his shaft, impaling myself well upon it, held aloft by my hands on his horns. "FUCK FUCK FUCK IT'S HUGE!" I screamed, my eyes brimming with tears. What had been a broom-handle in flaccidity was now as thick as an Ale-mug and stretching me horribly. "I told you!" Said Oluth. "Let me help lift you off." I slapped him hard across the muzzle. "You will do no such thing! Fuck me! Use me like a brutal beast would! Do what you must to get this gargantuan, fucking fuckpole as deep as it will go!" He looked hurt, then angry, and he used that latter emotion as he shoved deep inside me. I came so hard that I thought some of my hair must have fallen out. Thrust after brutal thrust fed more and more raging bull-meat into the sea of pleasure-juice my pussy had become. Centimeters and inches added up until I was at ten inches and ten orgasms, gasping for breath, for words, for one spare thought. None of these things could happen though. I only managed a feeble caterwauling cry as he suddenly spun me around. Now my hands were stretched behind me, tits thrust up and out from my chest, legs dangling below. Still I held tight to his horns as he fucked dozens of strokes at phenomenal speed, now burying a solid foot of cock steak within me. It seemed each new, miniscule length of my pussy that he discovered held an orgasm waiting to happen, and when it would, that it echoed with shuddering climaxes back down every inch back down. It was at this point that I neither know if I lost consciousness or if the pleasure simply overwhelmed my senses to the point where I was an unthinking animal, but what I do know is that we fucked my husbands courtroom to pieces. I remember flashes. Oluth sitting in my husband's chair while I rode his pleasingly agonizing anaconda up and down, tits bouncing wildly. The remnants of my corset dangling from Oluth's teeth while he spread me on the long table, spearing me hard, moving the whole thing with every thrust. At another moment, my whole body was twisted in a long satin curtain, Oluth winding me and unwinding me, bringing incredible corkscrewing orgasms from deep within me. I remember few words, but I'm pretty sure at some point I screamed something to the effect of, "BREAK your massive magnificent bull-stallion COCK off in me and leave it there!!! I can't stop CUMMING, I won't stop fucking you, and I don't care if it DOES make me nothing but your HORNY huge-titted FUCKSLUT with a cuntfull of COCK and a mouth that knows nothing but obscenities to describe how horrifically good your hung WHORE-splitting spunk cannon feels inside my cream cauldron!!!" Or something like that. It was obvious he fucked my brains out by then, to say the least. It might have been when he broke that table in two while I was bent over it, taking at least 14 inches at last. (His SOFT size.) Or possibly when it was my turn sitting in the chair, kicking my legs while he held the whole thing aloft by the seat and blasted thick gouts of sauce from me with every savage thrust. Whatever the case may be, the last thing I remember of the epic fuck-session, was blurting out curse-words I didn't even know the meaning of as his balls swelled to the size of ham-hocks and discharged so massive a salvo of thick cum, that I actually burst off him into a wall, failing to stand as wad after fist-sized wad slammed into me. I was pulverized into a puddle of sex when his 20th and final shot had been delivered. We both stood panting and staring at one another for what felt like half an hour; he down his sweating muzzle, and I through a mask of cum which was heavy on my eyelids, clinging to my cheeks, dripping out of my soaked hair, and caked in sheets of frosting on my breasts. "So..." Said Oluth awkwardly. "Have anything you need to bring?" "Clothes." I said. "Clothes would be good." One wardrobe later, we were stealing my husband's boat as we set off together into the night.