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      Published: 2014-05-02 Updated: 2017-09-15 Chapters: 114/? Words: 90711
****** Mino ******
by lolikitty
Summary
     A herd of minotaurs captures a foxgirl and makes her their slave.
Notes
     Please note this may be considered by some to be beastiality.
***** Chapter 1 *****
1.
They caught me when I was only a kit. I had found some kaemi berries beside a
tree trunk in the forest, and, reaching for them hungrily, I found myself
suspended upside down by my ankle. I struggled for what felt like ages,
writhing in mid-air. All I succeeded in doing was chafing my ankle.
Then they came. Huge, dark eyes, massive torsos, covered in mahogany fur.
Muscular arms and legs, and lashing tails, loincloths hanging over their hips.
Horns curving upward from their foreheads and snorting muzzles. Some had bows
and quivers slung around their huge frames, other carried knives. One of the
largest cut me down, stepping aside as I fell to the forest floor with a
squeak. Grabbing me by my hair, he raised my face to look at him, and I choked
on his musty scent.
“Look here boys. We caught ourselves a foxgirl.”
I thrashed, trying to pull out of his grasp.
“Oh no no no,” he chided, slamming my head backwards. “You’re going to behave,
aren’t you kitten?” I whimpered in response, but my eyes hardened. These brutes
couldn’t possibly know how...
We foxgirls, and others like us, commune with the trees. They are our
caretakers, and our companions, and our lovers. They feed us with the fruit
from their branches, and we fertilize their growth with our excrement. They
provide us with a safe place to rest, and in return we sing to them before we
fall asleep. For us, they grow oblong protrusions that we may pleasure
ourselves with, which makes the trees sigh in ecstasy.
But should you take a foxgirl away from her tree at the moment she reaches her
height of pleasure, she will be bound to you. Forced by an unshakable force to
conform to your every whim.
And so, my eyes widened with horror when I heard a shout from another one of
the hulking beasts from a few paces away through the trees. “I found one!”
The one ahold of my hair grasped my waist in his hands and lifted me off the
ground, avoiding my claws which I sent slashing at his body. He carried me to
where his companion stood, and waited for the rest of his herd to gather around
us.
When all were present, he slammed me down onto the polished wood protrusion,
tearing a cry from my lips. I felt the tree cry out with me, a silent sound
only I could hear. “Fuck yourself foxgirl,” the first one ordered, “Or I’ll
tear you to shreds.” When I still hadn’t moved, he wrapped a hand around my
throat, all but cutting off my airway, and began to force me up and down on the
shaft of the tree.
Tears stung my eyes as my insides reacted to the friction, soaking the tree
with moisture and heating my blood. I didn’t want this. I did everything I
could to resist, clenching my muscles tightly, trying to send my mind
elsewhere.
But the monster moved me relentlessly, and then his finger found my clit.
I exploded around the wood, my mouth open and my shoulders shaking.
But then there was emptiness, nothingness as he pulled me from the tree. I
stood shakily before them, my legs weak and vision bleary.
“I bind you to this herd, foxgirl. From now on you shall serve us.”
I fell to my knees, legs spread wide, my palms turned upward, head bowed.
And so began my new life with the minotaurs.
***** Chapter 2 *****
2.
They usually carry me tied around them, my hands and feet bound to ropes that
circle around their backs, their cocks buried deep inside of me. When they
walk, I bounce up and down with their movement, riding them until they fill me
with their seed. Then I am passed on to the next. Sometimes I beg them to let
me come. Sometimes they let me.
They have a little one with them. Sometimes when they make camp for the night,
they let him have me last, when everyone around the fire has had a turn with
me, and goes off to sleep. His body is mostly furless, and he only bears the
head and tail of a bull. His chest has yet to grow in, and he is not yet strong
enough to carry me like the others. To them I am a leaf.
When he has me, he is gentle. I can tell he tries to use me like the others,
but he enters me slowly, with a hand on my hip. And he lows softly when he
spills into me, lowering his head to my chest.
***** Chapter 3 *****
3.
One day, we are stopped by a tradesman, trying to sell his wares. He has
freshly smoked meat, and sesame rolls and even kaemi berries. The herd finds
itself unable to intimidate the seasoned traveler, but has rather scarce funds
with which to buy the foodstuffs.
The bull I am tied to perks up, his member stiffening inside of me. “What about
her?” He pushes to the front to put me on display for the man. “We’ll trade
your goods for her services.”
The man’s eyes appraise me carefully, and I can see his mouth lift at the
corners. “Well I’m sure a deal can be made.”
I am expected to be at his disposal for an hour. The herd sets up a feast for
themselves in the shade of a maple grove while I am led off by the tradesman.
He takes me a few hundred paces into the woods, stopping when we can no longer
hear the laughter of the bulls.
“There we are little girl. How about we see what you can do with this?” He
unbuttons his pants and brings forth his cock, decently sized for a human, but
nothing compared to those of the herd. He pushes me onto my knees, grabbing my
hair with his fingers. Roughly, he forces himself into my mouth. “Do you like
being throat fucked little whore?” He asks me through gritted teeth. I flick my
tongue over the underside of his shaft in response. When he is close, he pulls
out of my mouth, holding my face away just a little. Positioning himself, he
lets loose a warm spray of urine, soaking my face and chest. There is so much
of it. He keeps talking to me, urging himself on. “There’s a little slut.
Taking my piss in the face.”
When he is empty, he disrobes completely, reclining in the roots of a large
tree. “Come stand over me…foot on either side…yes just like that. Now piss for
me fox whore. Soak me.” Wrinkling up my nose, I let go slowly, leaking a few
drops onto his stiff member. He moans, and I let go completely, my urine
rushing out onto him. His cock twitches as I empty myself onto it, and when I
am done, he pulls me down, sliding into me with ease. “Ride me little bitch.”
He doesn’t last long.
When he takes me back he thanks the herd and leaves as quickly as he came.
***** Chapter 4 *****
4.
Minos is the name of the alpha male, the one who tore me from the tree. I am
tied to him, feeling his thick, huge cock pulse inside of me as his stride
slides me up and down his shaft. I have tried to ignore the desperation for
ages now, but I can bear it no longer.
“Please, Sir, may I stop to use the bushes? I’ll be very fast, and I’ll catch
right up to you as soon as I’m finished.” I look up at him, my gaze pleading
and my voice quiet. Although I know he can hear me, his eyes remain fixed on
the trail ahead of him, his jaw set. There is no reply. “Please Sir!” I wiggle
in a hurried attempt to get his attention. I keep begging, my bottom lip
beginning to tremble, my body no longer able to hold out.
I remain motionless as it betrays me, my muscles unclenching, releasing the
heavy flow of pee that streams down his cock and onto his body, soaking the
fur. It seems endless, the warm, wetness that flows from me. But Minos only
strides on.
***** Chapter 5 *****
5.
“Sit. Position four.” I obey, twining my arms behind my back, shoulders pulled
taut, legs apart, kneeling, hindquarters on feet, head bowed. “Good little
slut. Now stay here. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I have no choice but to
obey. It is not a spell that binds me, but my will. My own pride in my
submission forces me to comply, and I am completely helpless to feel otherwise.
Therein lies the binding.
I hear Eros walk off into the forest, leaving me kneeling in the glen.
It grows dark.
Hours have passed, and while I wait silently for one of the bulls to return
before I can ask permission, my bladder can wait no longer. I feel a small
amount of urine leak out onto my leg, rolling down onto the moss. Perfectly
motionless, eyes downcast but open, my chest heaves with the effort.
Ten minutes later my body gives in. A spray of urine issues from me, soaking my
legs and feet. The flow goes on and on, bathing me in my shame. I have failed.
Still more hours passed and the creatures of the night emerge around me. I can
sense several out of the corner of my eye studying me, wondering why I am
there, why I am so still.
I do not sleep. I remain in my commanded position, my body aching but still
tense with purpose. If this is a test, I am determined to pass. I will make it.
 
The morning is grey, bringing a rain that chills my skin. But still I do not
move. I wet myself again, the new rivulets of pee following the old through the
moss. My mouth has grown so dry, and my tense body cries out for relief. I
begin fantasizing about lapping the pre-come from the head of one of my
master’s cocks—how wet and slick it would be, the flavor blooming on my tongue.
A few tears slip over my cheeks.
I am so scared. Have they forgotten about me? The idea makes my stomach clench
and my head swim. No, please don’t leave me. I am small and alone and scared
and I need you to come back and hold me and take me as your own again. I need
to feel you around me as I sleep, warm and encompassing. I need your cock
plunging in and out of me possessively, I need to be fed with your seed.
Please. My silent plea to my herd causes more tears to follow the first, and
soon my shoulders are shaking. But still I do not move from my positioning. I
am not even sure I am able to.
Maybe I will die here. I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad, to die in service to my
herd. They are the purpose of my life now, and to be without them is to have
nothing. Slowly my shaking stops, and I fall still. My exhaustion overtakes me
and I begin to drift, dizzy and lost. But I do not let myself fall asleep. I
will not let myself fail any more.
I hear shouts through my haze. The panic of the voices fills the forest, shakes
the small unseen creatures from their routines and sends them scattering. A
hulking shape bursts through the underbrush and spots me instantly. Hurtling
toward me, Menoetes falls to his knees before me, cradling my face in his big
hands.
“Little one. Shh, come here, you’re okay. Who left you like this? Come little
fox, you can relax now. Did you stay still in position this whole time?” It is
all I can do to nod through my tears as I let myself fall forward into his
arms, my body goes limp, and I suddenly have no control over my muscles. I am
unable to help as Menoetes lifts me into his arms, holding me tightly to his
chest. He lows to the rest of the herd, whom I can hear crashing through the
forest. I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open, and everything around me
is a blur of color. The next thing I know the bulls are gathered around
Menoetes, all of them clamoring to get close to me. And then Minos is there,
pushing his way through the others. He bellows to the herd. “Who was the last
one to have her? Which one of you has done this?” He looks around, eyes
accusing.
Eros steps forward. “I had her last. I left her.” His head is bowed in
submission, tail twitching nervously behind him. “We got so caught up in the
hunt I forgot I had left her behind, I figured someone else would handle it.”
Minos takes a stride toward Eros and he falls to his knees before him, the
alpha towering over the other bull. The herd stands silent, watching them.
Minos fists his hardening cock, taking Eros’ jaw in his other hand. Their eyes
lock, both pairs as hard as flint as Minos begins to stroke himself, his member
growing more and more erect, until it has reached its full hardness. Without
ceremony, Minos thrusts his cock into Eros’ mouth, plunging down his throat. He
takes him by the horns, pulling the bull’s lips all the way to his pelvis. Eros
begins to choke, but Minos takes no notice, merely begins to thrust roughly in
and out of his mouth, pulling him back and forth by the horns as he does. The
herd is silent as they watch, although some of their cocks grow half-hard.
Eventually Minos grows still and I know that he is coming, his seed spilling
warm down Eros’ throat, his cock so deep there is no need to swallow. Their
eyes remain locked, Eros’ defiant as he takes the alpha’s come without
struggling. They remain still a moment, until Minos throws the bull’s head back
from him, releasing his horns and stepping away. Eros lowers his head, and
remains motionless, just as I was only a moment ago.
Minos comes to lift me gently from Menoetes’ arms. He cradles me and kisses my
forehead. I want to tell him something, but I can’t make my tongue work, and he
is getting very blurry. His thumb pulls on my lower lip, coaxing my mouth open.
Leaning down, he lets some of his saliva fall into my mouth and it is the most
wonderful sensation, to feel the wetness on my tongue, and I want to ask for
more but then I am not there anymore, I am floating and the herd is gone but
they are still there, with me in the dark, and then there is nothing.
 
I wake still in Minos’ arms, curled into his body with the warmth of a fire on
my back. It is very dark with both the night and the minotaur encompassing me.
I breath in the heady scent of his fur deeply, and he pulls back a few inches
to smile down at me.
“Ah, you’re awake. How is my little one?”
I lick my lips, my tongue like sandpaper. “Thirsty,” I whisper.
He smiles wider, and pulls a waterskin from somewhere near his head. He takes a
long draw, and then lowers his lips to my own, slowly giving me the liquid. I
drink eagerly, and he repeats the process another two times before he says it
is enough for now, that I should wait a little before I have more.
Hesitantly, I ask him what I have been wondering about. “Minos? Why did you do
that to Eros?”
He sighs, holding me closer. “Sex is the language of the Minotaurs. We use it
to claim our property, shame our traitors and conquer our enemies. For a bull
to take the cock of another is to be shamed in the utmost, as the rape is a
symbol of his loss of manhood. In this case, Eros will recover from it. It may
take almost a moon, but he will slowly slip back into the herd. It takes a
great deal for a member to be cast out of the herd completely. Every bull here
is a piece of the unit, and we need Eros as much as he needs us. But for now,
he will pay for his stupidity. He will walk in our tracks behind us and is
bound to silence. He will eat what he can scavenge from our leftovers, and
sleep alone in the cold of the forest. He will remain celibate, unallowed to
relieve his own urges. But soon he will find more and more scraps left for him,
and slowly the herd will walk more slowly, until he catches up and is absorbed.
Shortly after, someone will ask him a question, and he will be able to speak to
respond. Before you know it, Eros will be back as if nothing had happened. For
that is the way of the bull.”
***** Chapter 6 *****
6.
One day we meet another herd of minotaurs, and one of them steps forward to
examine me where I am strapped to Moros’ waist, milking his cock. “Well, looks
like we found our little shota a playmate.”
At that, another one of the members of the other herd pushes forth a little boy
from the sea of mahogany fur. He is about the same age I am, although he
appears to be human. He looks terrified.
It isn’t long until they’re inventing games for us. In the first one, they have
me squat on a rock with him on the ground below me. They’ve given me that pill
that lets you pee endlessly, and the pressure on my bladder is intense. One of
the bulls from the other herd calls, “Spread her open, bitch,” and he follows
the orders, his fingers pulling me open. I can feel his hand trembling.
A matching order echos from Bacchus: “Piss for your new friend little whore.
Show him what a little slut you are.”
I comply, the stream of urine shooting out of me. But the other slave has no
idea what he’s doing, and the pee goes everywhere, splattering the ground, the
rock, and him. Someone from his herd shouts, “Better, fucktoy!” and he adjusts
his fingers so that the piss runs straight to the ground.
Before long, they are tired of this, and instead they have me stand in front of
him while I aim the stream myself. They want me to aim for his tiny cock. I do
very well at this, soaking the small, erect member, and his lips tremble in
pleasure and fear.
More and more games they invent for us, but finally they settle on taking us
each from behind while he puts his little member inside of me. We are both in
the arms of one of our own herd, and their thrusting rocks him back and forth
inside of me. His cock does little to pleasure me, but his face is contorted in
ecstasy. He probably never gets to be inside of anyone. I focus instead on the
bull taking my ass, how full and warm I feel. I crane my head back and moan up
at Kratos, who leans down to spit into my mouth. I lap it up hungrily. Kratos
smiles down at me. “Good little bitch,” he growls. “Taking my cock in your ass.
What a pretty little thing you are. You like that don’t you? Is that little
slut’s cock not enough for you?” I shake my head. Kratos grunts. One of his
hands moves to curl around my throat, not applying any pressure, just enough to
show his possession. He keeps his eyes on my face as he talks to the other
slave. “Do you hear that boy? You are not pleasing her. She prefers to take our
big hard cocks. Your little dick does nothing for her. She wants to feel ours
thrusting in and out of that tight little pussy. Our slut is a good little
girl. Aren’t you sweetheart?”
I nod, biting my lip. I feel it as Kratos spills into me, his hot seed coating
my insides. The boy cries out, and I know his bull has finished as well. I
notice that the boy must have come at some point, for as he is pulled out of
me, his come begins to drip from between my legs. Kratos pulls out too, and
hands me to Orion. He looks down at me approvingly, one of his hands moving to
squeeze my breast. I can feel the pill beginning to wear off, but I need to pee
one final time. I ask Orion if I may, and he says yes. He begins to say his
farewells with the rest of the bulls to the other herd, and after a while when
I realize he wants me to stay where I am. I let go, my piss soaking his arm and
myself and his chest. I stay relaxed against his chest as if asleep as I let
the urine drain out of me, more and more as it runs down Orion’s leg until he
is standing in a puddle. I hear some members of the other herd murmuring. I
know they are jealous.
***** Chapter 7 *****
7.
One day when Dionysus is walk-fucking me, I feel his member swell oddly. Before
I can grasp what it means, his piss is rushing into me, filling me completely
and spilling out onto my thighs and the ground. There is so much of it, and I
can see it leaving a trail behind us on the ground as he strides forward.
Something warm blossoms in my stomach, and I bite my lip before I can moan. I
love the way the bulls use me, as if I am nothing to them. I am beginning to
crave this treatment, this feeling of utter degradation that urges me to beg
them for more.
I cannot help my moan as he comes inside of me. Dionysus looks down at me. “Why
do you moan, kit?”
“I love being used.” I answer hesitatingly at first, embarrassed at my
forwardness, but I grow more sure as I feel his cock stir at my words. “I love
it when you casually take me in the evenings while you continue to talk to the
others. I love it when Bacchus makes me suck his cock while he eats his
breakfast and ignores me. I love it when Minos makes me piss on his cock. I
love being owned and used and treated this way.”
By the time I am finished, he has come again inside me.
***** Chapter 8 *****
8.
“Slut!” Minos calls to me from across the fire that the herd is gathered
around. I am on one side, nearly finished with licking the last drops of come
from Erebus’ cock. Minos reclines on the other, relating battle tales with his
beta, Theus, and some other bulls. Now he calls out to me, and I kiss the tip
of Erebus’ cock before jumping up and hurrying to the other side of the
firepit. Minos’ eyes flick down to the ground and I obey, kneeling between his
knees. He presents me with his member, tapping it against my lips. I open my
mouth, allowing him to set the head of it on my tongue. Knowing what I am meant
to do, I open my throat and wait patiently, eyes lowered.
Minos continues to converse with the others while he lets his piss spill into
my mouth. I have done this before, as me serving this purpose prevents the
bulls from needing to get up and step into the bushes. This is convenient, and
many seem to enjoy it, as they often grow very hard by the end. Then again, it
is rare to see a bull’s cock not hard, and most pride themselves on their near-
constant erections. They almost always wear their loincloths pushed to the
side, unless they are not erect.
As soon as Minos has finished, and I have sucked the last few drops from his
cock, I am grasped around the waist by Theus, who lifts me easily off the
ground and down onto his cock, plunging it inside of me. I can feel his pulse
buried in me, and I can tell by the throbbing he has been waiting a long time
for this release. He laughs with Thaetr about something that Minos says, and
continues to suck at his wineskin while I ride him, rolling my hips smoothly
until he comes violently, and even then I stay on his lap, his member still
within me, napping against his chest.
***** Chapter 9 *****
9.
One day we come to a village and the bulls decide they want to have some fun.
Theus leads me into the village on the leash they bought for me from a passing
ware-seller. I like its comfort around my neck, reassured by the leather
encircling me, tying me to Theus. I am not alone and not scared. He will take
care of me.
People stop to watch us pass. I can see some of the human males grow hard
through the fabric they cover themselves with. If they were from my herd, I
would run to them and offer myself. But they are not. Some of the women shield
the eyes of their children, but mostly they just stop and stare. They are
afraid of my protector.
Theus leads me to the central town square. He motions for me to place one foot
against the bricked edge of the fountain. I do as he asks.
“Spread yourself, little one.”
Again, I comply.
“Good girl,” he soothes, petting my hair. In the corner of my eye, his erection
twitches. “Now piss for me sweetheart. Go on.”
I take a deep breath and let go, spraying the brick of the courtyard. Many
people in the town are watching. I can feel their eyes on me.
In a way I am as proud as I am ashamed. I belong to the mighty bull beside me,
and these people fear his power. I am honored to serve him, and I am happy to
show them how well behaved I am.
It takes me a long time to empty myself. As soon as I do, Theus lifts me up and
rests my chest on the edge of the fountain, holding my hips to him. I am
several feet off the ground, and the light spray from the water lands on my
face. I pretend I am flying through the clouds.
I hold on to the stone as he thrusts himself inside of me. With the entire
village watching, he takes me, plunging in and out roughly, hands pulling my
hips backwards as he moves back and forth.
He leans forward to grab my hair, pulling back until my back arches. He bends
forward to speak to me, loud enough for them to hear. “Do you like that little
bitch?”
“Oh yes, Sir,” I respond.
“Do you like taking my big, hard cock?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Yeah, you like that don’t you. You like all these people watching while I fuck
your sweet little pussy? You like them knowing you belong to me?”
“Yes Sir, very much!”
“What a good little cockslut.” With that, his hand moves back to my hips and he
grinds into me a final time, his cock pulsing as he spills into me. He growls
with his orgasm as I sigh in pleasure at being claimed.
When he is done, he pulls out of me, setting me down on the ground again. His
eyes dart downward, and I know to kneel. He positions himself above me, holding
the base of his cock, legs apart. He lets the stream of his urine fall on my
chest, marking his territory. I can feel his come leaking out of me, the white
pooling between my legs.
 
That night, when I have finished sucking Minos, he pulls me up to hold me to
his chest. I bury my nose in his fur, breathing in the scent.
“Minos, why did Theus take me to the village today?”
“He wanted to show the villagers our strength. His actions today were a
warning. If they do not obey our commands, we will do to their town what he did
to you. If they stay afraid of us, then we are more able to protect our mothers
when they are heavy with child, and the young ones before they are strong.
There are many men. But there are few minotaurs. We must keep them afraid to
disturb us.”
I nod, beginning to understand.
***** Chapter 10 *****
10.
We meet another herd one day in the forest. Each alpha steps forward to
appraise the other, while the bulls sniff the air, reading messages carried in
the hormones on the wind. The alphas seem to take to each other, and each one
claps the other on the back of the neck with one massive hand in a gesture of
friendship. The herds together send up a great lowing—they know there will be
feasting tonight.
First, they must gather the bounty for the feast.
I help Minos prepare for battle. The bulls of our herds stand in a circle
together, each with one hand on his cock, pumping furiously. I am riding Minos,
his hand wrapped around my waist and pulling me roughly up and down the length
of his shaft. He feels harder inside of me than he’s ever been. All of the
bulls bring themselves to the edge, but none are allowed to come. They are
whipping themselves into a frenzy in preparation for the raid. They will fight
fiercer this way, and they will strike fear into the hearts of their enemies
when they surge through the city, erections raging. This is why so many are
raped when the city eventually falls. The bulls cannot help themselves, and the
smell of virgins is all around them.
I am told I am to stay far from the fighting. Just before they leave, Thaetr
takes me to the base of a huge elm, and tells me to climb. He kisses me on the
forehead and says I will be safe up high, that I will be able to watch them
from above the rooftops, as we are not far from the town.
 
I can see them as they approach the city gates. They run in a huge mass, and
the strength of their front line is more than the old gate can bear. In
moments, the large herd is breaking off into groups, racing down the narrow
streets of the city.
I can hear it when the screaming begins.
They do not needlessly hurt anyone, unless they are attacked. Most of the city
dwellers know to run rather than fight, but those that attempt to defend their
homes do not last long. They are tossed aside with ease as the bulls ransack
the buildings for meat and bread and the other spoils of war.
It does not take very long for the city to fall completely to the herds.
After the resistance has died down, before the bulls gather their prize
together to return, they roam the streets, where the people have gathered on
the cobblestones, huddled together on their knees, many with their foreheads
pressed to the ground. They weep and beg mercy from the minotaurs.
The bulls walk among them to proclaim their victory. They stride down the long
lines of cityfolk, thick cocks in hand and urinating as they walk, spraying
their conquered people. Many find beautiful maidens, and, picking them up
easily, slam them down onto their hard cocks, their parents looking on in
horror. I see Minos and Dionysus jointly pick up a lithe, golden-haired girl,
and watch as they surge into her. Minos has her by the hips, his cock buried
deep inside of her, while Dionysus holds her shoulders, forcing his member far
down her throat. They pull her back and forth between them, and it takes only a
few strokes to fill her with their seed. When they are done, they drop her, and
she lays in the street as they move on, still hungry for more.
Once they are satisfied, they gather armfuls of the food they have plundered,
and begin to exit the city, their hooves trodding over the shattered gate.
In another few moments, Thaetr is at the base of my tree, a slaughtered sheep
draped across his shoulders. He slaps the trunk of the tree resoundingly with
the palm of his massive hand. “Come down, little one!” He calls up to me,
smiling widely. I scamper down to him, jumping down from a low branch into his
waiting arms. He laughs again. Victory looks good on him.
He carries me deeper into the woods, to a shadowy glen where the herds have
begun to set up. A firepit is being made, a huge circle surrounded by large
stones. On another side of the clearing is a large, long, flat boulder on which
the bulls lay their bounty. There is so much the food spills over the edge and
onto the ground—meat and wheels of cheese and bread and fruit. Huge casks of
spirits sit nearby, their barrels fragrant. I jump down from Thaetr’s arms when
I see Minos. I run to him, and he lifts me up and tosses me into the air.
“Minos! I saw everything! You were so scary and powerful!”
“Yes, little one, we are. And they will never forget that.” Cradling me in his
arms, he moves his mouth close to my ear, warm breath washing over my shoulder.
“And guess what? I found a whole case of kaemi berries.”
I open my mouth in excitement and look up at him. “Really? May I have some?”
“Yes of course, sweetheart. As long as you are a good little girl for our
guests today. They aren’t lucky enough to have a little cockslut of their own,
so we are going to share you with them. Are you going to be good and take their
cocks for me?”
“Oh, yes Sir,” I reply, nodding earnestly. “I will show them how well you have
taught me.”
“Good girl,” he laughs fondly. “But not before you ride me. None of those
village whores make me come as hard as you. Come and milk my big cock, sweet
one.”
With me in his grasp, he walks over to beside the firepit and reclines against
a jumble of rocks. I slide down into his lap, his huge cock between my thighs,
so I can lick at the tip of it, kissing and sucking to show how much I love
worshiping him. After he begins to moan, I stand up on his thighs, one foot on
each, and lower myself down onto him. He growls slightly, and I know he can
feel how wet I am.
Several other bulls, both from my herd and the other, come to stand over us.
They stroke their cocks along with my bouncing. One of them pulls my head back
by the hair to spit into my mouth, and I stretch my tongue out eagerly.
They wait until Minos is finished, as he grabs my hips and slams me downward,
his come hot inside of me. I cry out in pleasure, and in pain. When he is done,
the others let themselves go, all of them directing their come onto me at once.
I am covered with their seed, warm as it drips down over my breasts and my
lips, the metallic taste making me hungry for more. Minos looks on in approval,
his cock still rigid inside of me.
The other alpha strides up to Minos, the other bulls parting for him. “So
Minos,” he begins, looking down at me covered in white. “Is this little slut
really as talented as you say she is?”
“Indeed, Raethr. Would you like to see for yourself?”
As the other bulls disperse to help with the meal, Raethr sits down beside
Minos. Minos looks at me. “I want you to rub that come in, little slut. Come
on, there you go.” He watches approvingly as I smooth my hands over my body,
the stickiness slowly drying. “You smell like such a good little whore, covered
in the herd’s seed. Good girl.” I am practically purring.
When I am dry, Minos lifts me off of his cock and hands me to Raethr. Raethr
takes a moment to examine me, squeezing my breasts and forcing a finger into my
mouth. “Suck,” he commands, and I do, swirling my tongue around the pad of his
finger, taking it deeper into my throat. “Impressive, isn’t she?” He remarks to
Minos, who agrees.
Holding the base of his cock in one hand, he uses the other to lift me up and
plunge his member into me. He is just as big as Minos, and he rides me hard,
forcing me up and down his length. I moan for him, and cry out, throwing my
head back and my chest out. He swirls his tongue over my nipple, making it grow
hard. He moves to my other breast, and takes it into his mouth, sucking. My
eyes closed, I beg Minos if I may come. He is still my master, after all. He
says I can, and I instantly explode, soaking Raethr’s lap with liquid, like I
do every time I come. I watch as his eyes grow wide, and his cock grows just a
little harder.
When he is done, Minos tells him he has an idea. He tells Raethr not to take me
off his cock. He moves to kneel behind me, one hand on my hip.
“Okay, now fuck her gently for a moment.” Minos says to Raethr. I know Raethr
would not have been able to control himself if he had not just come, but for
now he is calmer, talking to me with a soft voice as he pulls me up and down
his shaft.
“You like that, little girl? Taking my hard cock in your sweet little pussy?
Yeah, that’s right. Such a good little bitch. I am going to fuck you so many
times, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. But that’s okay, you can just ride
on one of the bull’s dicks, isn’t that right? You like to feel a huge cock
plunging in and out of you, don’t you? Come on sweet girl, moan for me.”
I do as he asks, and right as I throw my head back I feel Minos, his finger
slipping into my other hole. I gasp at the pain, surging forward to clutch at
Raethr’s chest. He holds me there, speaking soothingly. “Relax, baby. Minos is
going to fuck your ass. Shhh, it’s okay. Then you can have two hard cocks
inside of you." I moan, and it hurts, but the thought of being taken by two
bulls has my heart beating very fast. “Yeah, oh god, I can feel your pulse. You
want that, don’t you sweetheart? To ride both of our massive cocks?” I nod,
biting my lip.
Minos begins to thrust his finger in and out of me, and I whine. I need it now,
and he knows it. Raethr’s thrusting picks up a little speed, and I roll my hips
with the motion, stroking him.
After a while, Minos removes his finger and moves closer to me. I shiver as I
feel him rest the tip of his cock against where he has stretched me. Raethr
stops for a moment.
Minos surges into me, and it hurts so much, and I can’t help but scream. Minos
wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me backward. He kisses me on the
forehead as the thrusts roughly inside of me. Raethr moans as he begins his
movement again, and the feeling is overwhelming. I can feel their cocks rubbing
up against each other inside of me, just a thin wall of flesh between them. I
feel so full, like I am tearing, but I love it and it hurts so much and I am so
so happy.
***** Chapter 11 *****
11.
When I wake in the middle of the night, the camp is silent. The fire has burned
down to embers, but in the soft glow I can make out the shapes of the two
herds, bulls scattered everywhere, sleeping where they sat during the feast and
then gave in to the liquor.
I desperately need to sneak off to the bushes, but Haenr has me trapped in his
embrace, heavy arms wrapped around my curled-up body to keep me safe and warm.
I don’t want to wake him, but I also can’t escape. Then again, the bulls never
seem to mind when they’re awake…
It takes me a moment to build up my courage. Slowly, hesitantly, I let go.
The urine runs down my thighs and pools under me, but luckily the ground is not
entirely flat, and most of it flows down my calves and into Haenr’s fur. He
doesn’t stir, but keeps on sleeping peacefully, breath ghosting across my hair.
There is a lot of liquid, and it is several moments before I am completely
empty. Satisfied, I slip back into sleep.
 
I am startled awake by the sensation of a massive cock plunging into me. Haenr
is growling as he fucks me into consciousness, each one of his hands holding my
ankles apart in the air while he kneels between my legs. My chest is pressed to
the earth, and I jolt my head back and moan for him as he speaks. “Fuck, you
smell so fucking good. Did you take a piss right here in the middle of the
night, little whore? Is that why your sweet little cunt smells so good?”
“Yes Sir,” I choke out, clawing at the grass.
“Such a dirty little fuck bitch you are, pissing all over yourself. Such a
naughty girl deserves to get all my come squirted onto her little pussy.”
And with that he pulls out of me, stroking himself a last few times before
spilling his seed between my legs. I can feel it dripping down my stomach
before he puts me down, nuzzling my hair with his nose and whispering, “Good
little girl.”
Only a moment later, Erebus strides over and picks me up into his arms. “Good
morning, little fox,” he says. “It’s my turn with you now.”
And so another normal day begins for me.
***** Chapter 12 *****
12.
A week has passed since the great feasting of the two herds, the groups of
bulls eventually parting their separate ways. My herd continues on their
eternal migration—a ring woven through the forest, with one side rooted in the
breeding grounds and the other side the proving grounds for young bulls. This
late in the year, the males were already on their way back to the females,
their hormones calling out to each other over leagues. Male and female
minotaurs comprised their own herds, with each herd being paired to exactly one
other, meeting every year for the breeding cycle. Both herds were nomadic in
nature, the males sticking to one side of the Stonewood Mountains and the
females to the other. Having grown up on the eastern side of the range, I had
never seen a female minotaur. But I supposed that would change soon enough.
We make camp after a long day of trekking, and I am allowed to clamber off of
Moros’ cock as he kneels down for me. I can immediately feel his seed leaking
out of me, as he had come at least twice since taking me from Taurn.
Some of the bulls build a fire while others go off to hunt, preparing to settle
down for the night. I help gather small sticks for kindling, until Orion
returns from the hunt with a deer slung over his shoulders, and calls me to
come suck his cock.
 
The sky fades more and more toward sunset as the two deer and the several
rabbits roast over the fire. The minotaurs lay about the camp, retelling their
escapades of war and rape. I move among them as they call to me. As soon as
Dionysus is done with his piss down my throat, I am needed to ride Arietis’
cock and then as soon as he has spilled his seed into me I am pulled off of him
by Menoetes, who shoves inside of me and fucks me roughly for only a few
breaths, pulling out to spatter his come across my chest.
Suddenly, the camp goes very silent. I turn to look at what has caught the
herd’s attention, and see a young girl standing at the edge of the clearing,
dressed in a simple wench’s garb of olive skirt and brown leather corset, a
satchel slung over one shoulder. Her beautiful auburn hair flows in delicate
tresses down over her shoulders. Her emerald eyes are wide with fear, her body
frozen in place, one hand still raised to brush a branch out of her way.
“Well,” Minos says finally, breaking the silence. “Hello there sweetling.”
The girl takes a hesitant step back.
“Oh no, dear one, you don’t want to do that,” he soothes, approaching her
slowly. “I assure you, I run much faster.”
“I-I need to get to my grandfather—” she chokes out. “He’s very sick—he—”
“Don’t worry, sweetling, you will get there. When we are finished with you
here.”
He reaches out for her, and she falls backward a step—into Theus, who had
slipped into the undergrowth and circled around the clearing behind the girl.
He holds her in place, huge hands wrapped around her upper arms, as Minos rips
open the white linen of her blouse, exposing perfectly round breasts. The whole
herd is silent as he takes them in his hands, kneading them appreciatively. The
girl struggles, thrashing against Theus, who responds merely by lifting her off
the ground. When she tries to kick him, Minos steps forward, one hand wrapping
around her throat and the other hand pulling up her skirt. Moving to his cock,
he positions his tip at her entrance, and threatens her in a low voice. “You
will behave yourself, or this will be more unpleasant for you than it needs to
be. Am I understood?”
Tears streaming across her face, the girl nods. I can see how her legs are
trembling, even from this distance.
Still holding the girl, Theus walks with Minos further into the clearing, and
members of the herd begin to stand, gathering around them. I am carried over on
Vanaes’ shoulders so that I may see over their heads. Minos reaches again for
the girl, and in one swift motion, tears her skirt to the hem. He slides her
ruined clothes to the ground, and then helps Theus position her until her back
is against his chest, the beta’s hands spreading her thighs apart. When he is
satisfied with her position, he rolls one of her rose-hued nipples between his
fingers, mocking her. “What a beautiful pussy you have there, little bitch.
Now, hold still, and I’ll teach you how to use it. I’m going to fuck you until
you are dripping down my shaft, and then when I’m done with you, the rest of my
herd can have their turn. And you had best behave yourself, slut, or your
grandfather will die wondering why you never came.”
I can see the tears begin to stream down the girl’s face, but she nods at
Minos.
“Good girl,” he encourages, grasping his cock by the base. He wraps his other
hand around her neck, but only to anchor himself. Without warning, he plunges
into her. Her scream echoes off the trees, but is silenced when Minos’ hand
comes down sharply against her cheek.
The other bulls watch respectfully as their alpha makes the first claim to her
maidenhood. The girl’s face contorts in pain as Minos fucks her roughly, his
huge cock surging in and out of her. We all listen as he continues to taunt
her, most of the other bulls fisting their dicks as they look on.
“There’s a good bitch. Milk that cock. There you go. You should be honored to
have your maidenhead taken by me. No human cock will ever please you after you
have taken mine.” He pulls out of her suddenly, only to slap her wet opening
with his dick. I can see a few beads of blood on his head. “Good girl,” he says
as he slides back into her. “Now you can go show your grandfather what you’ve
learned. I’m sure fucking this sweet cunt of yours would fix him right up.”
Just before Minos comes, he takes the girl from Theus and forces her to her
knees. He pulls her face roughly upwards and forces himself into her mouth. His
hand fists in her hair and he pulls her back and forth, her mouth sliding up
and down his cock. As he comes, he plunges all the way in, and I can imagine
what the girl is feeling, his seed exploding in the back of her throat, too far
down to have a choice of swallowing. The girl’s hands flutter frantically at
Minos as her airway is blocked and she begins to choke on him, but he holds her
there until he is finished. When he pulls back, he holds his cock before her
mouth and commands her to clean him off. She begins to pathetically lick at his
head.
Once he is satisfied, Minos takes a half step back. “You are ours now, slut,”
He tells her. “Even if we let you go, you will always remember how we claimed
you.”
Minos aims his jet of piss at the crown of her head, and it splashes down over
her face and chest, mixing with her tears. He moves the stream down as he
continues urinating, directing it at her throat, her breasts, and finally
between her legs.
When he’s finished, he steps away from her and nods once. “Have at her.”
The crowd surges forward, and she is swept up into the tide as every bull tries
to touch her at once. I see several hands clutching at her breasts, as Theus
bends her head back to fuck her mouth. He supports her shoulders as Moros
grasps her by the hips, lifts her off the ground, and swiftly impales her on
his cock. Vanaes struggles toward her, and I only just manage to hold on.
Strong hands grasp me around the waist and pull me from Vanaes’ shoulders.
Minos cradles me in his arms. “Hello there, little one.”
“Hello, Sir.”
“Did you want to keep watching, kit? Does it make your little pussy nice and
wet for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer obediently. I am already wet, as always, and I’m not sure
if the bulls raping the poor girl actually excites me, but I know what Minos
wants to hear. He lifts me up onto his shoulders, and I can once again see over
the heads of the herd, even a little better than before, Minos being just a bit
taller than any of the other bulls.
I see that Theus has surrendered use of her mouth, but a thick line of come
paints the girl’s neck. She sits in Moros’ arms as he fucks her, and Arietis
stands behind her, taking her ass. Moros thrusts wildly a few more times,
stilling as he spills his seed into her. As soon as he pulls out of her, his
place is taken by Naoth, who shoves his cock into the girl. I am confused for a
moment when he doesn’t immediately begin thrusting, but I understand as urine
begins to run down from between her legs to the ground. As soon as he finishes
his piss, he begins fucking her. Arietis comes then, and pulls out of her, only
to have Rigel take his place.
It continues like this until each bull has had a turn with her. By the time all
are satisfied, she kneels on the ground, shaking, covered in piss and come, too
exhausted to cry. Minos hands me off to Orion. He steps up to the girl and
drops her satchel on the ground in front of her. “You are free to go. Make sure
to tell your grandfather how fortunate you were today.”
With that, he sends her off into the forest, naked and terrified.
***** Chapter 13 *****
13.
“Fuck.”
Rigel swears as he slams me down on his cock, his head already wet with his
arousal. I spent the last hour mounted on Minos while we walked, but I had seen
Rigel trailing close behind us, frantically stroking himself and trying not to
come. I knew he wanted to wait until he could use me. He stops for a moment and
plants his legs apart, the better to get a good grip on me before he begins
pulling me roughly up and down his shaft, both of his hands around my waist. I
know I am to be quiet, only a sheath for his member.
In only a moment he is done, exploding inside of me. He relaxes then, letting
his head fall back in pleasure as he immediately begins to piss. The liquid
leaks out of me around his huge cock.
Sighing, he leans forward to kiss me on the forehead. “Good little bitch.”
He pulls me off his dick and up into his arms. I am so tired, my pussy sore and
dripping, and I let my head nod against his warm chest. Rigel picks up his pace
again to catch up to the others, and I fall asleep to the rhythm of his steps.
***** Chapter 14 *****
14.
I kneel, motionless, as Minos directs his warm stream of urine down over my
chest. We are about to enter the mountains, and he is worried about the other
herds. With so many males so close together, often times fights break out, and
Minos doesn’t want what’s his getting taken. He wants to ensure I smell of him,
a powerful alpha, to deter any bull that might stumble across me.
After he is finally empty, he steps forward, cock still in hand. I kiss his
head, looking up at him, showing my deference. He reaches down to stroke my
hair with one of his huge hands. “Good girl.”
He turns to the rest of the herd, gathered around us.
“I don’t want to lose any of you to the fighting this year. These quarrels
between the herds are meaningless, spurred on only by the desperation to mate.
I will have none of it. We are all entering the Stonewoods and I expect us to
all come out of them on the other side. Am I understood?”
The others snort in agreement. I can tell they are already desperate. Their
blood has begun to heat with the mating season, their lust insatiable. I cannot
keep up with their appetites. Their cocks remain erect constantly this time of
year, their constant hunger making them more dangerous than usual. Any female
in their path is in peril, and I am no exception.
I barely sleep now, as I am constantly being passed from bull to bull, all of
them desperate to bury themselves in my tightness. Only Minos retains any
perspective on my health, wresting me away from the herd when I can take no
more. The males seem to no longer need to sleep, their hormones singing more
loudly than their exhaustion. I feel Minos’ eyes on me as the sky begins to
darken, as I am invariably being fucked roughly by one of the bulls as he
continues to stride on, getting ever closer to the females. He always knows
when I am about to break. As soon as whoever has me is done, Minos approaches
and tears me away from the next one reaching for me. He carries me in his arms
to the front of the herd, leaning down to whisper how well I have done, that I
was such a good girl for him today. Sometimes he takes me one last time,
settling me down onto his huge cock and wrapping his arms around me, letting
his motion slowly push me up and down his shaft, until he is spilling into me
and the tears are flowing down my cheeks as my body is overwhelmed. He pulls me
back up into his arms again and rocks me to sleep, his breath warm on my face,
and his come warm inside of me. Such is every day just before the mating
begins.
***** Chapter 15 *****
15.
We have finally entered the mountains.
The way here is very steep, and huge moss-covered boulders litter the ground
beneath the massive ironwoods, ancient and dark trees that loom over us
ominously. The whole forest floor here is a sea of ferns, as tall as I am, and
radiantly green.
The woods here are very quiet, the only sounds those of the herd as they climb
ever upwards. Even the streams here are silent, and what few birds there are
seem to prefer not to sing.
***** Chapter 16 *****
16.
Two days into the hike, we see her.
Blood red hair, skin as pale as new snow. Bronze armor reflecting the sun
filtering through the leaves, the battle-worn dents glinting. Her delicate ears
part the hair on either side of her head, her long, graceful limbs extended
beautifully as she crouches on the massive rock. She is butchering some small
creature, long knife in hand.
A blood elf. She is immersed in her work, the blood flowing over her fingers as
she cuts and slices at the carcass. I know the only reason she hadn’t heard our
approach was because of her need for the blood, her whole being focused on her
task. Blood elves are the only type of their race to enjoy killing, their males
and females alike fearsome warriors, known to never run from a fight. After
centuries of training themselves, they took only the life they needed, limiting
their massacre to hunting and the occasional war. But they still ate their meat
raw.
Finally she notices us. The herd watches, stock-still, as she rises and turns
to face us fluidly. She is beautiful. Firm, bare breasts are surrounded by
swirls of bronze metal, one elegant shoulder hidden beneath a pauldron, calf
and forearm bracers all etched with runes telling of her skill and ferocity in
battle. Her feet are bare, and crimson swaths of silk hang from her leather
sword belt to cover her in front and behind. Her eyes appraise us, sparkling
gold and red. I know she isn’t afraid.
With a fierce war cry, the elf leaps from the boulder, bloody knife sending
droplets spinning through the air. Minos runs to me as the fighting breaks out,
pulls me off of Taur’s cock even as he surges forward to join the battle.
Reaching up, Minos settles me in the branches of a tree and tells me to stay
put. I cling tightly to my perch as he runs headlong into the fighting.
It is not a long fight. Despite her fearlessness, the whole herd is too much
for the elf to handle, and she soon is being pushed to the ground, her weapons
pulled from her grasp. One of the bulls procures a rope, and they bind her arms
tightly together behind her back.
As soon as she knows she is beaten, the elf falls silent. Minos picks her up
easily and bends her over the rock she lept from. One hand on her neck, he
tears the crimson cloth away and forces his cock into her. The other bulls
watch eagerly as he fucks her, calling out obscenities as they tighten their
grips on their pulsing cocks. Minos finishes quickly and the next bull takes
his place immediately.
I watch as each member of the herd takes his turn. She remains still and
silent, eyes open and expression blank as she is raped over and over, come
dripping down her thighs.
When they have all finished, she is forced to her knees. Bacchus holds her down
while Vanaes tries to force himself into her mouth. She opens her mouth, only
to try to bite him. Pulling away from her sharply, Vanaes slaps her. He calls
Dionysus over to hold her mouth open.
Dionysus stretches her mouth wide and holds her tongue as Vanaes sprays a blast
of piss into her mouth. She chokes as she is unable to swallow, struggling as
it flows down her throat. Bacchus holds her in place. “There you go bitch,”
Vanaes swears at her, “This is what you get for trying to bite me.”
When he is empty, Vanaes shoves himself down her throat and grabs her by the
hair. She doesn’t fight as he fucks her mouth, or when the next bull does, or
the next.
Finally, the herd seems satisfied. Once they are done, Minos has them stand in
a circle around her, and together, they all piss onto their conquest. He speaks
as he lets his urine fall between her legs. “This is to let your people know
that you have been beaten. May they remember the minotaur is mightier than the
elf.”
***** Chapter 17 *****
17.
We stop on the mountain ridge to make camp for the first time in many nights.
The hunting is good here, and in only an hour a wild boar is roasting over the
fire. Over on the other side of the blaze, I can see the bulls teaching the
younger male about the females, explaining the customs to him, as this will be
his first mating season. I can see his cock is straining at their words. I know
I will be tending to him tonight.
Erebus abruptly picks me up as he strides by, cradling me in his arms as he
moves toward the fire to find a comfortable seat near its warmth. “Hello little
kit,” he murmurs down at me. “I am thirsting for a taste of that sweet little
pussy of yours. Do you want me to lick your pretty little cunt sweetheart?”
“Yes please,” I whine.
Erebus stoops to one knee and lays me down gently in the fragrant grass. He
licks at one of my breasts for a moment before moving downwards, his breath
washing over me.
I moan as he licks a long stripe between my legs. Fervently, he begins to lap
at me as he holds my legs apart, his tongue dipping into me every few strokes,
the muscle stroking against my clit over and over. It is only a few heartbeats
before I am begging to come, but Erebus denies me. He continues his assault
until I can bear it no more, but just before I explode he pauses a moment to
murmur, “Come for me, kit.”
I spill into his mouth, the liquid pouring out of me. Erebus licks eagerly at
me as I offer up the last few drops to him.
He leans back to settle on the ground and I sit up, dizzy from my release.
Erebus helps me climb into his lap, settling me into the space between his
legs. He pets my hair with one hand as he taps his dick against my lips with
the other. “There’s a good girl. Suck.”
I take his cock into my mouth and begin to pleasure him as Menoetes walks by
and hands a hunk of boar leg to Erebus. With one hand he forces me up and down
his cock while he eats, and I know when I have been a good girl for him he will
let me have some.
***** Chapter 18 *****
18.
I am allowed a short break after sucking off Erebus to eat. I sit in his lap,
leaning into his fur-covered chest as he feeds me small pieces of the meat. I
smile up at him as I take it carefully from his fingers with my teeth, and he
nuzzles into my hair, showering me with praise.
After I have eaten my fill I am ushered over to Raem, who, having just finished
his first lesson on how to lay with the females, is raring for me, cock erect.
Some of the bulls watch intently as I approach him, eager to ensure he is
developing properly.
They look on approvingly as Raem wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me
with ease. He has grown over the course of the last moons, the fur beginning to
grow soft on his chest, and his muscular body becoming more defined. No longer
is he the shy, courteous creature who made love to me softly. He is rough with
me now, silent as he plunges into me and begins pulling me up and down his
length. His cock has grown as well, and I moan softly for him as it fills me.
He fucks me savagely as the the older bulls watch, and I am proud of him,
knowing he is growing into a strong and powerful minotaur.
***** Chapter 19 *****
19.
It takes no more than a fortnight to pass through the mountains.
We are lucky that our crossing is uneventful. Aside from the blood elf and the
one mountain lion that Naoth chased off, we met no threats. The last leg of the
journey to the females is often dangerous, as the Stonewoods are full of those
who are eager to prevent the breeding of minotaurs.
Finally however, we reach the foothills, lushly verdant and forested with ivory
birch trees, sunlight dancing on their pale bark. As we continue on, the forest
grows ever more temperate and the flora ever more beautiful.
I am bound to Menoetes as we cross a wide field, full of wildflowers in
lavender and crimson, the tall grass brushing tenderly against my back as he
strides forward, his member rigid inside of me. We have just broken from the
woods, and it is good to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin again.
Menoetes spills inside of me, and pulls me up into his arms so that I might see
what lies ahead. I turn to see a great evergreen forest looming before us, the
massive pines towering hundreds of feet high. I think I can feel a warm wind
emanating from its groves. As if in answer to my thoughts, Menoetes whispers,
“It is always spring in the mating forests. This is a place of rebirth.”
The bulls fall silent as we grow nearer. Within minutes, the tall grasses give
way to a carpet of fragrant pine needles. The footfalls of the herd are nearly
silent, and the shade of the magnificent pines is strangely warm. I feel
protected and comfortable in this forest, the deep green boughs sheltering us
from the outside world, and the woods around us quietly humming with life.
It is not long before I see the first lanterns. Orange and gold and pale red,
they hang from the branches of the trees, casting warm light through the
needles. They grow more numerous as we walk deeper into the forest, dangling
just out of reach.
***** Chapter 20 *****
20.
Together, the herd breaks into a clearing, and the bulls finally halt. I take
in my surroundings with wide eyes, amazed at what I am seeing.
The trees in the clearing are sparse, but huge, their heavy bows strewn with
lanterns. Beneath the glow is another herd, but of females. Their firm breasts
protrude proudly from their chests, their snouts shorter than their male
counterparts. Their horns are more curved, and their muscles less bulky, but
clearly no less strong. They too, wear only loincloths.
One female stands in front of the others, the largest of her herd. Beside her
is a young female, her furless body lithe and pale skinned, her breasts still
small. She wears nothing, but cups the roots of a white lily in her hands
before her, to hide what lays between her legs.
Silently, Menoetes lowers me to the ground. I know I will have no part in what
is about to happen, and I try to slip quietly away. I weave my way between the
bulls toward the edge of the clearing and scamper up into the limbs of one of
the pine trees to be out of the way.
A flash of movement catches my eye, and I look to my right. A silver-haired elf
crouches on a limb of the tree beside mine. Next to her sits another foxgirl,
with a bright red tail and ears, a werecat, and a young daemon boy, his red
eyes glowing softly from beneath pale brown locks. The elf is waving me over to
them, while the others keep their eyes trained on the minotaurs below. Deftly,
I climb over to her.
“Hello, little one,” the elf whispers to me as I approach.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
“My name is Ariet.” Her steel blue eyes sparkle at me as she introduces
herself. “May I ask your name?”
“I’m Lia.”
“Hello Lia. This is Mira, Lyena and Ri’th. We are slaves to the female herd.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “How could they have enslaved you? You’re an elf!”
Ariet laughs quietly, the sound lyrical in my ears. “All species can be bound
to any other. Some are merely a little harder to catch.” She is quiet a moment
before she asks, “This must be your first mating season, am I correct?”
“Yes.”
“Well welcome. We will be keeping each other company until the ceremony is
over. This is how it is every year. We will watch from the trees, forgotten,
until every male has lain with every female, and then the herds will go our
separate ways and we will be wanted again. But watch, now the the mating
ceremony begins by presenting the youngest male to the youngest female, to
symbolize the rebirth of the herd.”
Below, Minos steps forward with Raem to meet the other alpha and her charge.
The female alpha speaks then. “Here is Rhyess, fertile and lovely, prepared to
bear children thick of horn and strong of nature.”
Minos replies, “And here is Raem, fearless and capable, prepared to give her
his seed so she may give us a new and mighty herd.”
Both herds look on in silence as Rhyess offers Raem the white lily. He takes it
from her, and, stooping, plants it gently in the ground at her feet.
When he stands again she immediately steps into his arms. He holds her close to
him, cupping the side of her face in one hand.
I watch in amazement as he presses his forehead to hers and slides inside of
her gently. The clearing is silent as they begin to rock together, his cock
stroking into her gently, over and over.
I can feel Ariet’s eyes on me, but I can’t look away.
Rhyess and Raem are both breathing heavily, clinging to each other as their
mating grows more heated. She presses her head into his chest and he wraps his
arms around her, both of them thrusting against each other in perfect rhythm.
Their movement grows more frantic as they both begin to climax, and finally,
their hips jar to a halt. I can see Raem shaking slightly as they stand
perfectly still, their bodies pressed tightly together.
“They came together,” Ariet breathes. “That is good luck.”
***** Chapter 21 *****
21.
After Rhyess and Raem have parted, Raem returns to stand with our herd. Next
Minos steps forward, walking slowly toward the young female.
“Now it is the male alpha’s turn.” Ariet whispers into my ear. “He will now
take the youngest female, to gift her the strongest seed.”
I watch intently as Minos stops before Rhyess. She looks upward at the huge
bull, his hard cock pressed against his body, his eyes trained on her. Sliding
his hands around her waist, he lifts her gently off the ground. I can hear her
soft intake of breath.
Ever so slowly, he slides her down onto his shaft, cradling her body in his
arms. I sit stock-still as the powerful and sadistic minotaur tenderly moves in
and out of her, his gaze never leaving her face. She sighs and moans into his
chest as he thrusts smoothly, his every movement graceful.
 
After Minos has finished, he sets her lightly back on the ground, before
grasping her upper arm in one of his hands. “You will be the mother to the next
generation of minotaurs. May your strength be given to them all.”
Minos drops his hand, and begins to walk toward the female herd. At his lead,
both herds stride forward to mix with one another, until the clearing is full
of males and females alike excitedly talking and romancing one another, some
already headed off into the trees.
Ariet leans into me. “I can feel your confusion little one. The males take you
every day, roughly and carelessly, and you serve only to please them. It is
also such for us. But their mating is much different. The mating is not
fucking, but lovemaking, tender and passionate. The ceremony will continue
until each of the males has lain with each female. Until then, they will have
no need of us. We will be forgotten, but we will live in the trees always in
reach, entertaining and caring for one another. And in no time, you will see,
they will come seeking you again, needing what only we can offer them.”
I bite my lip and look up at her. Her beauty is radiant, her silver hair
blowing in the spring breeze and playing over the edges of her face and
breasts, catching the sunlight filtering through the leaves. Hesitantly, I nod.
“There now. Let’s find ourselves some food then. I think I saw some kaemi
berries just over there earlier.”
***** Chapter 22 *****
22.
The forest is mostly silent, aside from the occasional lowing from the
minotaurs. In pairs, they have bedded down among the trees in pine needle-
filled hollows, each one apart from the others. Ariet and I sit on a limb
together, high above the forest floor. Mira, Lyena and Ri’th are already asleep
a few branches below us.
Ariet is still answering my constant questions about the minotaurs, most of
which I had never ever considered until now. An experienced slave, she has
spent many years with her herd, and has learned much from many mating seasons.
“The mating is done in solitude, and the herd spends little time together until
it is finished,” she continues. “Afterwards, the females will stay in the
mating nests until they have birthed, which will be only a couple of moons from
now. They will nurse the calves for another moon, until they are strong enough
to hunt for themselves. The female herd will then pack up and leave, taking the
female calves with them.”
“What about the others?” I ask.
“The male calves will be left behind here, until your herd comes back to gather
them up. This time alone is very important for the male calves. Their
interactions will likely determine the next alpha. The youngsters will
challenge each other constantly, and others will merely be more capable from
birth. It matters very much who develops the first erection, who is the best
leader, the most intelligent, the strongest. Some often try to assert dominance
by urinating on one another. There are many fights, and much is decided in
those first few weeks. But soon, the male herd will return to collect the
calves, and together, they will seek out a nearby town, so that the young males
will be able to take their first women.”
There is silence as I try to absorb all she is telling me, marvelling at the
intricacy of the minotaurs’ lifecycle. After a moment I ask, “And would you
tell me more about your females? Are they much different from my herd?”
“Well,” Ariet sighs, “While many species consider their females weaker than
their males, it is not ever thought to be so for the minotaurs. The females are
very fierce warriors, and they never let those they meet forget their strength.
Whenever they take a village, they force their captive women to rape the men.
Mostly the females travel from town to town, gathering plunder to decorate
their mating nests. Tomorrow I will take you to see them, how they are hung
with treasure from all corners of the land beyond the mountains.”
“Oh,” I whisper, “Thank you.”
Ariet smiles at me, brilliant in the darkness. “Of course, little Lia. Just
now, however, I think we should both get some sleep. Come.”
Together, we find a wide spread of two limbs, and each settle on one. I curl in
on myself, tucking my tail over my nose, and drift quickly into sleep to the
sounds of the soft lowing filtering through the forest.
***** Chapter 23 *****
23.
The next morning, Ariet takes me and Ri’th to look at the mating nests, while
Lyena goes off to hunt. Together, we walk through the limbs of the pine trees
across the clearing and back into the forest, high up among the lanterns.
Finally, through the trees we see movement below, and Ariet signals for us to
be quiet.
Slowly, we pad forward until we are almost right above the mating nest, where
Corvus and one of the female minotaurs are entwined together. They are too
engrossed with one another to notice us. My eyes move from the writhing
minotaurs to the trees around them. Hung from the branches around the nest are
strings of tiny glass beads reflecting the sunlight, bits of glass dangling on
strings, copper bells, a pocketwatch or two, silk ribbons in gold and crimson,
chains of paper cranes, and many other items I had no name for. The objects
twirl and flutter gently in the light breeze, the bells just barely ringing.
I have learned it is also Ri’th’s first mating season, and Ariet allows he and
I to wonder at the beauty of the nest for a while, until she waves us back
toward the clearing. There, we find Lyena, her lithe, naked body stretched in
the upper reaches of the branches, and a few small, dead creatures waiting in
the limbs below. Excitedly, Ri’th flickers in and out, each time disappearing
only to appear on a branch above, making his way toward the meat.
While Ri’th devours the kill, Ariet and I go in search of berries in the bushes
around the clearing, better suited to our tastes.
 
I am clinging desperately to one of the branches above the clearing, my claws
slipping on the bark, my body dangling high in the air. The tears blur my
vision as I cry out desperately for help, knowing the bulls will hear me, that
they will come and catch me before I hit the ground. I scream and scream, but
still the clearing remains empty. I begin to wonder in my panic if they have
forgotten about me, if they no longer care if I fall. They have the females,
after all. Still, I can’t stop myself from calling out to them, as my grip
begins to weaken, and then, suddenly, I am falling—
I gasp and jolt awake. I am safe in the limbs of the pine tree, but there are
tears flowing down my face, and I can still feel the terror of falling coursing
through me. Ariet is waking up beside me, and when she sees the look on my face
she crawls closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shaking shoulders.
“Hey there, little one,” she murmurs, “Shhh, it’s alright. What did you dream?”
“I- I was going to fall and the herd had forgotten me— What if they have? What
if they don’t need me any more?” My breath shudders in and out of my lungs as I
try to imagine life without the bulls. Where would I go? What would I be good
for anymore?
“No no,” Ariet pulls me into her lap, lets me cling to her. I bury my face in
her hair, and it smells like starlight. “You are going through withdrawal. I
understand how hard it is to have your life bound to those who no longer need
you for a time. But that’s all it is. It is a physical pain, I know, and a
mental one, and everything inside of you aches for them.”
I sniff, nodding.
She holds me until I am calm, rocking me slowly back and forth.
“It does hurt physically, too.” I whisper. “So badly. I serve them nonstop
every day, and then suddenly they don’t want to…” I let my voice trail off. I
know she knows what I mean.
Ariet is quiet for a moment. She pulls away from me slightly, and lets one of
her hands stray to my face, stroking my cheekbone with her thumb. Slowly, she
trails her fingers down my neck and over my chest, cupping one of my breasts.
“I wish I could comfort you more,” she whispers, “But you are not mine to
touch. You belong to your herd, and I to mine.”
I heave in a breath and tuck myself back under her chin. Carefully, she brings
me down to lay with her, her body curled protectively around mine. One of her
hands strokes my hair soothingly. I fall asleep breathing in her ethereal
scent.
***** Chapter 24 *****
24.
It is an unbearably long time before the mating is over.
The other slaves and I can take care of ourselves well enough, but by the third
day, even Ariet is miserable. We mostly lay about listlessly in the trees,
recounting to one another our herd’s various escapades. Ri’th is the only one
whose physical strain is evident—his small cock is erect and dripping
constantly, but we all know we have no leave to pleasure ourselves without
permission. So we wait.
By the fourth night, we are all sleeping together in one warm pile. One morning
I wake up with Ariet’s thigh between my legs, grinding down on her as I surface
from a dream about Minos fucking me. The next night, Ri’th and I lay against
each other as we watch Lyena and Ariet kiss each other, over and over, their
lips dancing apart and together again, their breasts pressed together. I can
feel his cock pulsing against my hip, matching the insistent pulsing I feel
deep inside of me.
I find myself aroused at the smallest provocation. Once, I wake from a nap in
the sunlight to see Ri’th standing in the branches not far away, pissing on the
trunk of a pine, and for a moment I want nothing more for it to be my skin
instead of the bark. I think I must be losing my mind.
***** Chapter 25 *****
25.
On the eighth day, the first minotaur emerges into the clearing.
I have never seen him look so regal. His shoulders are pushed back tightly, the
breeze stirring the fur on his chest. I want nothing more to bury myself in it.
I cannot help myself. “Minos!” I call out, springing up and running through the
branches until I am right above him. Beaming, he looks up at me and spreads his
arms wide.
I know he will catch me.
I jump from the limb of the pine and down into his embrace. Cradling me against
him, he leans down to press his face to mine, taking deep breaths of my scent.
“Hello there, little one.” I can feel his voice deep against my chest, and I
close my eyes to bask in his warmth.
One by one, the other bulls find their way to the clearing. Looking around, I
note with surprise that none of them bear erections, their loincloths all
hanging down properly for once. I suppose they all must be exhausted. I can
only hope they will recover soon.
“Goodbye Lia!” I hear Ri’th shout from the trees above. Craning my head back, I
see the three of them above me, Ariet smiling gently, Lyena’s tail flicking
back and forth, Ri’th waving excitedly.
“Goodbye!” I call back to them. “See you next season!” I cannot help but feel a
little sad as they make their way through the trees back towards the mating
nests, where they will tend to the pregnant females.
My sorrow is forgotten as several of the other bulls approach Minos to say
hello to me, messing my ears and playing with my nipples. Moros even slips a
finger between my legs, finding me dripping wet. “There’s a good little girl,”
he praises me, offering me his finger to lick clean. “Nice and ready for us.”
“Well,” Minos begins when the herd is gathered around him. “Shall we go find
some villages?”
The bulls roar their approval, and together we stride forward into the forest,
turning east, away from both the mountains and the mating nests, making our way
toward the sea.
***** Chapter 26 *****
26.
We walk for most of the day, stopping to make camp just as the pines have begun
to give way to maple and oak, their leaves beginning to redden at the edges
with the approach of autumn. None of the bulls seem interested in using me, but
they all take turns with me in their laps, finger-feeding me bits of meat,
petting my hair as they tell me stories and ask me about my days spent with the
other slaves.
I sleep with Minos that night, but I feel empty without his cock hard between
my legs. I sleep fitfully, dreaming in flashes of the bulls pounding into me,
but everytime I start awake it is to a still camp.
 
Finally I get some rest in the few hours before dawn. When I wake, it is to
Minos’ hand sliding between my thighs, a finger teasing at my entrance. “Good
morning, little one,” he murmurs into my hair. I arch my back and moan for him,
desperate.
He lifts one of my legs up and pushes his thick shaft inside of me. I mewl as
he begins to thrust, stroking my oversensitive flesh.
“Did you miss my cock, sweet one?” he asks, rolling me onto my back as he picks
up his pace.
“Yes, Sir! Yes, yes yes…” My voice trails off into a moan as he fucks me, his
mouth moving down to suck at my breast.
As soon as Minos is finished, Theus comes to collect me, his cock hard against
his stomach. Each one of the bulls fucks me in turn, until I am dripping with
their come, happier than I have been in a long time. When I am returned to
Minos he licks me clean, before he ties me around his waist and slips his cock
back inside of me. The minotaurs break camp and we continue on through the
forest, making for the nearest human settlement.
As my alpha’s cock stretches me, I sigh and nuzzle into his fur, thankful for
things to be back to normal. Minos smiles down at me and scratches behind my
ears. I close my eyes, completely content.
***** Chapter 27 *****
27.
I watch as Raem strides up to a young and beautiful girl, and grabs a fistfull
of her chestnut hair. He holds her head still as his piss takes her full in the
face. She struggles, and tries to escape, but Raem is much stronger, and she
only serves to cause herself pain as his grip tightens. When he is finally
empty, he hits her in the face with his cock, commanding her to open her mouth.
She does, finally, and he slides his length down into her throat. She chokes as
he begins to fuck her mouth, but he pays no notice.
Just as he is about to finish, he pulls away from her and turns to her younger
sister who kneels beside her. Raem strokes his cock a few more times before
painting the young girl’s face with his seed. Her older sister sobs beside her.
Just as I am being carried off, I see Raem forcing the elder girl to lick the
come off the younger one’s face, her tears falling on her sister’s cheeks.
Rigel walks with me through the village to watch as the minotaurs savor their
victory. That is, until he spies a raven-skinned maiden, dress torn from her
lithe body, trying to slip quietly into one of the houses. He sets me carefully
in a window box and goes after her, dragging her out of the doorway and ramming
her down on his cock.
This was the first unfortunate village to find itself in the path of my herd. I
am certain there will be more.
I dig my claws into the wood of the window frame and scamper up to the roof of
the house to better see what the other bulls are up to. From my perch, I can
see Dionysus standing near an alley way, two little girls licking at his cock
and a third laving her tongue over his balls. Two of the girls wear fine lace
and linen, while the third is clad only in ragged burlap, her face streaked
with dirt. But it makes no matter. He treats them all the same.
I turn to see Thaetr catch a running woman, elegant in her rich velvet and
sapphires. With his hands on her shoulders, he forces her to her knees, before
tearing open her dress and pulling out her perfectly round breasts. He slaps
one of them roughly, before fisting his cock and aiming a stream of piss down
onto her chest. The woman begins to sob.
Arietis and Naoth stride into the village square, both with people in their
arms. Arietis carries a naked girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen, her blonde hair
falling beautifully around her bare shoulders. Naoth meanwhile holds a man, his
hair a deep grey, his clothing still in place. With one hand, he unbuttons the
man’s trousers and pulls out his cock, already half hard. I can understand why,
considering the girl’s beauty. Naoth is speaking to him, but I cannot hear what
the words are from this distance.
Jumping rooftop to rooftop, I find myself on the house above them, leaning down
over the gutter to watch.
“I hope you enjoy this,” Naoth is saying to the man, as his huge hand strokes
him to hardness. “Your daughter is beautiful, and you are lucky we are letting
you go first. She won’t want your cock in her any more once she’s taken ours.”
The bulls work together to position them, Arietis spreading her open with one
hand while Naoth steps closer with her father. The girl tries to close her
legs, but the minotaur is much too strong for her, and then her father is
between them, Naoth guiding his cock into her. Naoth moves the man back and
forth, making him thrust into her again and again. “A lucky man indeed,” Naoth
taunts him. “I bet you watched as she grew, desperate to stick your cock into
this sweet, dripping pussy of hers. Well, here is your chance.”
The girl is crying, and I hear her father trying to comfort her, apologizing
over and over. Still, I can tell he isn’t entirely sorry.
Arietis and Naoth set them down after a while, but they make them keep going,
the girl bent at the waist and her father standing behind her. It doesn’t take
much threatening from the minotaurs to get him to begin fucking her again. They
do grow tired of her crying though, so Arietis moves to stand in front of her
and forces his cock into her mouth to keep her quiet.
It takes the warning of Naoth’s cock pressed against his back for the father to
come inside of his daughter, but he eventually does as he is told. As soon as
he finishes, Arietis pulls him away from her, keeping him firmly in place to
watch as Naoth picks his daughter up and shoves himself inside her. She screams
as he fucks her, and her father struggles against Arietis, but to no avail.
When Naoth has finished they trade places, and only when they have both filled
her with their seed do they set her on the cobblestones, releasing the father
and turning to walk away, looking for their next game. The girl’s father rushes
to her side and helps her to her feet, ushering her quickly inside of a house.
***** Chapter 28 *****
28.
I set out to find Minos, who I come across a few blocks later standing on the
street beside the village garden. Three children stand facing him, one girl
with red-brown hair hanging to just past her shoulders, and two boys, one dark
of hair and pale of skin, the other freckled, his eyes a pale sage green. All
are naked below the waist, and three pairs of linen trousers lie on the ground
beside the girl.
I know Minos can smell me and that he already knows I am there, but when he
doesn’t acknowledge me I remain quiet, and curl myself into a tight ball on the
rooftop above them to watch.
“Tell me again sweetheart,” he is saying to the little girl. “What did you want
with these boys?”
The girl huffs a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well. I wanted them
to put their dicks in me, but they are being so stupid. The other boys let me
suck on their dicks all they want, but I just wanted to try this, too.”
“I see.” Minos sounds sympathetic. “And what is the problem boys?”
Both of the boys are red in the face, their little cocks blushed red and
standing erect. One of them scuffs his foot in the dirt. “I just don’t know
how. And I don’t understand why she wants to.” The other boy nods.
Minos takes a step closer to the little girl. He places a comforting hand on
the back of her head. “I understand, little one. You just wanted their little
pricks in your pussy.” The girl nods, pouting. “Is your sweet little pussy
desperate to be fucked?” He reaches a finger down between her legs and trails
it along her upper thigh. “Oh, such a wet little pussy.”
I can see the girl eyeing his massive cock, already fully hard. She bites her
lip for a moment, considering. “Could I have your cock instead?”
Minos pets her hair. “Of course you can, sweet one. Let me give that dripping
little cunt what it needs.” He looks to the boys as he slides his fingers along
her entrance. “Watch closely. Let me show you how to use those little cocks.”
He turns his attention back on the girl, who is moaning and sighing excitedly
as Minos teases her. “You like that, sweetheart? What a good little slut you
are. Are you ready for me to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”
“Yes!” she moans, rocking against him. “Please!”
He picks her up easily, one arm supporting her while he grips his cock with the
other. He presses her tip against her, and she is so tiny it takes him a moment
to slide inside of her. I can see her face contorting in pain as he forces more
and more of his length forward, but she is quiet. She whimpers when he moves
forward the last few inches. He calms her, whispering, “There’s a good little
girl. Take my cock, there you go.”
He rests there for a moment, his length fully inside her. He rolls a nipple in
his fingers as he asks her, “Does that feel good, little slut? You like having
my dick in your little pussy?” She nods, whining. “I want you to go home and
tell your daddy you rode a minotaur’s cock today. That you were such a good
little fucktoy for me. Will you do that?”
“Yes,” she gaps, and I can tell she is ready.
Slowly at first, and then faster, Minos holds her steady as he begins to thrust
into her, smooth, strong strokes that have her moaning and clutching at him. He
directs his attention toward the boys again. “Next time a sweet little girl
like this comes to you with her pussy dripping, I expect you to do something
about it.” Both of them nod, heads bowed.
***** Chapter 29 *****
29.
I am riding Raem’s cock, bouncing up and down along his length as he pounds
into me furiously. The females had awakened him, and he was constantly in need
of me now, his member ever ragingly hard, his eyes always trained on me,
waiting for someone to be through with me. I could feel his cock growing larger
with every day that passed. He had found his sadism finally, and had learned to
treat me just like the other bulls.
I can see Theus looking on approvingly from the other side of the fire as Raem
catches my nipple between his fingers, squeezing almost gently. His breath
comes warm in my ear. “Do you like that little bitch? Good little fuckslut. I’m
going to pound this little pussy of yours until you are begging me to let you
come. I want to hear you—”
“Raem!”
He stutters his hips to a stop as Minos comes striding over. The alpha’s eyes
flick down to me briefly. “What are you doing boy? Keep fucking that bitch. I
just wanted to have a word.” Slowly, Raem begins to move again, sliding in and
out of me while Minos begins to speak.
“I have received word from several other herds in the area that there is a man
in a nearby village that seems to consider himself a minotaur hunter. He has
already taken at least a half dozen males, shooting them down with poison
arrows from the trees like the coward he is. I mean to end him. We are raiding
the village tomorrow, before he sets his sights on any of us. I want you ready
for battle come morning.”
Minos moves on to inform the group of bulls sitting nearby, and Raem pulls me
tight against his chest. I can feel him burning with excitement, as he
anticipates what tomorrow will bring. He will be able to fight his first
battle, and then to take as many maidens as he chooses.
Raem begins to thrust in and out of me roughly. Seeking more leverage, he leans
forward and tumbles me out of his lap, pressing my chest to the ground. He
kneels behind me, surging into me over and over, until he is spilling inside of
me, warm and thick. I moan softly and tilt my head back to thank him. He grabs
a fistful of my hair, and before I can speak, he does. “There’s a good slut.
You belong to me now too.”
Still pulling my head back, he begins to piss inside of me, the liquid filling
me quickly and leaking out around his cock, splashing down to the ground
between my knees.
 
He sleeps with me that night, curled around my body protectively, his hard cock
resting between my thighs, shaft pressed against my lips. Once, I wake in the
darkness to find I am full to bursting, and before I can slip out of his grasp
and into the bushes my body betrays me. The urine leaks out of me and flows
over Raem’s cock. The warmth wakes him. He presses his face into my hair as he
praises me, my piss still spilling over him.
Careful not to wake anyone else, he grabs hold of one of my knees and pulls it
upwards. Just as the last few drops are trickling over my thighs, he slides
inside of me effortlessly. He fucks me silently as the camp sleeps, and
afterwards we both fall asleep again, his cock still buried in my warmth.
***** Chapter 30 *****
30.
Minos strides into the village square with the strength of his herd at his
heels, and stops, feet planted on the cobblestones. The breeze ripples the fur
on his massive chest regally, and in that instant I want nothing more than to
run to him and beg to suck on his cock. But I know he doesn’t want me right
now. He has something to accomplish, and Orion holds me tightly in his arms. I
know the bulls are not expecting a fight, but should anything happen Orion has
been given the task of ferrying me immediately to safety.
Routine village life in the square screeches to a halt as the humans stare
terrified at the minotaurs, the twenty one massive beasts standing stock-still
in the center of their village, their heads held high and their cocks erect.
Women with water jugs on their heads stop, their skirts swirling around their
ankles. Children at play grow silent and wide-eyed. Even dogs, lean and hungry,
retreat into the shadows, tails between their legs.
Minos waits until the crowd begins to gather. People creep down the alleyways
toward the square and cautiously peer through windows, all equally afraid and
curious.
“I am told,” Minos begins, his booming voice ringing between the buildings and
making the crowd start, “That there is one among you who styles himself a
hunter of our kind. Bring forth this fool and we will not harm you. We will not
rape your daughters, ransack your homes or piss on the cunts of your wives.
Bring us this man and you will be safe. From us.” I know he cannot promise that
the other herds waiting for their young charges to grow strong will not rape
this village. But in such immediate danger, the humans were likely to latch
onto the offer.
All is silent for a few moments as Minos’ eyes burn into the crowd, challenging
them to defy him. Eventually, a shaking voice calls out from one of the windows
above.
“H-he is out hunting.” A murmur of agreement sifts through the villagers.
Minos doesn’t hesitate. “Alright then. Bring me his wife.”
***** Chapter 31 *****
31.
They bring her to him, two men grasping her by the upper arms as she fights and
tosses her head, her blonde locks reflecting the sunlight. They stop before
Minos, their shoulders shaking in his presence.
She is beautiful. Her hair falls over her parted coral lips as she pants with
the effort of her struggle. Cornflower-blue eyes stare up at Minos defiantly.
The swells of her breasts disappear into her dress, the fabric of which betrays
her elegant curve from waist to hips.
“Hello sweet one,” Minos says as his gaze appraises her. “Are you aware of your
husband’s hobbies?”
“I make his arrows. I help send monsters like you back to hell where they
belong.” She spits at his feet.
“It is not us you will consider monsters today.”
Minos commands the men who hold her to lock her in the stocks, standing vacant
a few yards away. They do not question him, but merely call for a few other men
to help them subdue her while they slide the bolts into place to secure her
neck and wrists.
Just as they are stepping away from her, a man comes sprinting into the square.
He stops, his eyes wild as he takes in the minotaurs, the woman, and the crowd
ringing the scene.
“That’s him!” Someone cries out. As the man whirls to see where the voice came
from, Menoetes steps behind him and grabs his arms, pulling them behind his
back. He looks to Minos for instruction.
An iron ring bolted to the ground lies near the stocks, and Minos points to it.
He commands that rope be brought, and together, Moros and Menoetes strip him
and force him to his knees before binding his wrists to the ring.
“Now,” Minos lets his voice echo forth again. “Any and all of you are free to
use this woman as you choose.” The square is silent for a moment, and he adds,
“This is not a suggestion.”
A tall, muscular man comes forward, his leather apron smeared with dried blood.
“Kane, your debt grows with me every week and still you do not bring me what
you owe. So I will be first to enjoy the warmth of your wife.”
The butcher crosses to the stocks. He stands behind the woman, who curses him
as he lifts her dress up around her waist and pushes his apron aside to unlace
his breeches. She tries to kick him, but all it does is earn her a slap to her
exposed flesh. The hunter is hurling threats at him, writhing against his
bonds, but his anger is in vain. Pulling forth his impressive cock, the butcher
spreads the man’s wife open and slams into her. She screams, and he begins
thrusting into her roughly.
 
The woman grows tired of screaming as the men of the village take their turns.
Her body eventually goes limp as she exhausts herself, and soon there are two
and three men on her at a time, one buried in her cunt or her ass, another down
her throat, and still another fondling her breasts. Her dress is torn from her
slowly, bit by bit, until she is completely exposed. Once, even a woman
approaches her, to squeeze her nipples and speak threateningly to her, although
so softly I cannot make out her words. One man steps up to her and takes a piss
on her arched back, and soon others are doing the same.
Her husband is less willing to be quiet. He still struggles against the ropes,
and I can see where they are beginning to bite into his flesh, a few drops of
blood rolling down his fingers. Minos moves to stand in front of him. “Be
silent.”
“And if I am not?”
“Then you shall suffer the same.” Grasping his thick cock, he begins to piss
onto the hunter’s limp member.
The man is livid. “I will strip the hide from you and shit in your corpse—”
Minos directs the stream into his open mouth, and the man chokes on the liquid.
After that, he is mostly quiet.
I can tell Orion is becoming aroused as he watches the village men use the
hunter’s wife, his cock pulsing every few moments. Eventually, he gives in,
sliding me down on him and pulling me along his shaft while he keeps his eyes
trained on the woman.
A little girl comes dashing across the square just then, clad in only a rice
sack, her face streaked with dirt and her hair hopelessly tangled. Unafraid,
she runs right up to Minos, stopping short to look up at him.
A smile breaks across her face. “I just wanted to say thank you,” the little
girl tells him. “Kane’s wife used to beat me bloody when she caught me stealing
milk from her cow.”
Minos kneels down, stroking her hair gently with one hand. “I’m sorry she hurt
you, little one. She won’t be bothering you anymore.” He stands, and addresses
the villagers once more. “I will see this man locked in the prison here. Your
reward for doing so is use of his wife. Keep her in the local brothel, and feel
no shame in spreading the bitch’s legs. She has earned it for herself.”
 
Just before the herd takes its leave of the village, Minos takes me from Orion
and brings me to the stocks with him. He arranges me so that I am leaning
against his back, my legs bent and spread, his hands supporting me. He steps
close to the woman, and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Piss for me Lia.”
Even as another man steps forward to plunge himself into her, I send a stream
of urine spraying into her face. Minos nuzzles my hair, and murmurs, “Good
girl.”
***** Chapter 32 *****
32.
I wake to a silent camp. I am pressed between Haenr and Erebus, both of them
having taken me last. I find I have just enough space to wiggle free of their
embrace without waking them, and I pad softly over to the edge of the clearing,
stepping into the bushes. I squat down, half asleep and almost losing my
balance. I know I am free to pee on the bulls when they are asleep, but this is
different.
Huge, heavy hands clamp down around me, one on my face and one around my body,
lifting me off the ground. I try to scream, but I am being choked, and am
unable to make a sound. I know this bull is not of my herd. He smells all
wrong, and I do not recognize the voice that growls into my ear, “Now then,
behave yourself bitch. Or you can have that sweet little cunt torn apart.” I
feel him place the tip of his massive cock against my entrance, and I try to
stay still.
“There we go,” he murmurs. “Now—” he takes his hand away from my mouth, uses it
to pull back on my hair until I am looking up at him, a hulking shape in the
darkness. But that was a mistake.
Lightning fast, I grab hold of his shaft with my feet, pushing just enough to
slide it out from under me. At the same time, I open my mouth and scream.
I can hear the bull above me growl a swear as those from my camp begin to wake.
Other shapes emerge from the bushes around us, a whole herd. The alpha slams
his hand down over my mouth again, and shifts his hips, bringing his thick cock
back between my legs. He sighs. “Alright slut, let’s hope they love that cunt
of yours enough to save it.”
He strides out into the clearing. The bulls of my herd have all risen to their
feet, their legs wide and their muscles tense, ready. The other herd emerges
into the clearing behind their alpha. I can tell they are fewer in number, but
they have an advantage. They have me.
“Well now,” begins the bull holding me. “I would suggest you all stay very
still. I know how attached some herds become to their fuckslaves.” Another
member of his herd steps to his side, and I can feel the delicate curve of the
knife the presses to my throat. “So,” he continues, “All you have to do is let
my herd have a go at her, and we’ll give her back. Otherwise, no one is going
to have much use of her when she’s limp and cold. Although, on second thought,
we still might use her then.”
My eyes scan the clearing, and counting all the stock-still silhouettes, I
think I notice one missing.
The alpha laughs. “See this? This is my pussy now.” I try my best not to move
as he begins to piss, the liquid spraying from his cock and soaking me between
my legs. I am revulsed. I do not belong to this strange alpha. I would rather
they kill me.
The liquid is still flowing from him when the arrow takes him in the shoulder.
In quick succession, more arrows fly from the trees, each one finding its home
in one of the other bulls. I realize instantly who must have been missing from
the clearing. Saegr, never far from his cedar longbow, and incredibly skilled.
The one who holds the blade to my neck staggers backward when an arrow takes
him in the forearm, and as soon as Minos sees the knife fall to the ground, he
charges, roaring.
In the confusion that follows as the herds crash together, I am dropped, and
almost immediately crushed by the hoof that comes slamming down beside my
shoulder. Quickly, I begin to crawl my way toward the edge of the clearing,
dodging the bone-jarring footfalls.
Suddenly I am being pulled into the air, but the bull who has me is not one of
mine. He smiles at his prize, and the sour breath that washes into my face
nearly chokes me.
I am jolted as a hoof connects with the bull’s chest, and he goes reeling
backwards. Snatched out of his grasp, I find myself pressed to Taurn, the scent
of him thick in my nose. I cling to him as he fights his way back toward our
side of the clearing, my fingers tangled in his fur, my face hidden in his
shoulder. He holds me securely with one arm, shielding my body as he lashes out
with the other.
We finally make it safely to the firepit, breaking free of the fighting. He
stands, holding me tightly, both of us silent. I keep my face buried in his
chest. I don’t notice I am trembling until he begins to stroke my hair, trying
to calm me. I curl into a tighter ball, hoping to ride out the storm.
 
Slowly, the sounds of battle begin to die down. In another moment, it is silent
altogether, and I lift my head, twisting to take in the scene.
Every member of the other herd kneels on the ground, each one of them with
wrists being bound behind them by a bull from mine. Taurn slowly walks forward,
still cradling me. I know he wants to be sure I can watch.
Theus and Bacchus stand to either side of the alpha, helping pry to pry open
his jaw. They hold it open for Minos, who shoves his cock roughly down the
bull’s throat, holding him by the horns. Although he does not move, I can tell
he is taking a piss. With no choice to swallow, the other alpha stares angrily
up at Minos, but he is powerless to do anything.
“Next time,” Minos promises, still deep in his throat, “I will shove my cock
inside your pussy.”
Their cocks soft and their hands still bound, Minos sends the other herd
retreating into the forest, heads bowed in shame. When the sounds of their
hoofbeats have faded into the sounds of the night, Minos crosses to me, lifting
me from Taurn’s chest.
The rest of the herd goes back to sleep as Minos takes me to the other side of
the firepit. He fucks me roughly, one hand fisted in my hair, pressing me into
the ground as he leans over my body. He takes me first in my pussy and then in
my ass, growling softly. “You. Are. Mine.”
Safe and comforted, full of my alpha’s come, I sigh contentedly as he lays down
and pulls me against him, wrapping protectively around me. He is quiet for a
long time, and I think he must be asleep, when he speaks again.
“I am going to set a watch. Every night. I should have long ago. Our camps are
too vulnerable. And if you need to sneak off to the bushes in the dark, I want
you to take the bull on watch with you. I would rather have you safe.” He sighs
deeply, his chest heaving against mine. “I am too wrapped up in you, little
Lia. More than I probably should be.” He looks down at me, smiling as he
strokes my hair.
He takes me one last time, sliding easily into my wetness, and I move for him
as he swears softly, fingers squeezing my breasts. “Come for me,” he growls,
and I obey him, pouring out onto his cock, moaning softly.
He spills inside of me again, but when he is done he does not leave me. I fall
asleep to the rhythm of his breathing, his cock still hard inside of me, just
as the first pale light begins to filter through the leaves.
***** Chapter 33 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
33.
We are making our way toward the next village, when we round a bend and spot an
old man sitting on a log beside the forest path, staring off into the trees in
utter silence. He seems not to have noticed us. The herd stops, and before any
of the bulls can do anything, Arietis speaks up.
“I’m going to make this man’s day.” He pulls me off his cock, setting me gently
on the ground. “I want you to go ask nicely if you may piss on his shoe, Lia.
Go on.”
I look to Minos. He nods. With his approval, I begin hesitantly toward the man,
my bare feet whispering over the pine needles.
When he notices me in his periphery, he turns his head, and I see the confusion
flash in his eyes. He watches intently as I make my way toward him, biting my
lip, my tail flicking nervously back and forth.
“Hello.” I say when I stop just out of his reach.
“Well hello there, kit.” His voice is warm with age, and he smiles at me. “What
can I do for you this fine day?”
“I was wondering if you would allow me to piss on your shoe.”
A red flush colors the man’s neck, and I note the arousal that begins to strain
at his trousers. “Yes, of course little one. Be my guest.”
I take a few steps closer, and squat down by his leg, using my fingers to
spread myself open. I can feel his eyes on me. With practiced aim, the stream
lands directly onto his foot, splashing off the hardened leather of his shoes.
The old man sighs in pleasure.
While I continue to piss, he begins to unlace his trousers, pulling out his
nearly-hard cock. I look at him warily. “Don’t worry,” he assures me. “I won’t
touch you unless you ask.”
The herd approaches us just as I am finishing, pushing hard to make sure the
last few drops hit their mark. The old man, not having noticed the minotaurs
before, starts, his hand faltering as he strokes himself.
“Enjoying our sweet little slut?” Minos asks him casually, smiling down at me.
The stranger seems unfazed, perhaps realizing he is in no real danger. “Very
much so,” he replies continuing to pleasure himself. “Thank you for allowing
her to relieve herself on me.”
“Of course.” Minos beckons me back to him. I spring up and run to his side. He
strokes my hair with one hand, and with the other offers me a tiny white pill.
“Would you like to play more, little one?”
I nod enthusiastically. I love when Minos shows me off to strangers, proving
how well he has trained me. “Yes, please Sir.”
I swallow the pill, and return to the old man. For a moment I am not sure what
I should do, but Theus comes to my rescue. “Straddle one of his legs.” I
oblige, crawling carefully onto the man’s lap and sitting on his upper thigh.
“Go on, Lia.” I am powerless to resist Minos’ voice, and with the drug filling
me again I once more let the liquid flow from me, soaking the man’s pants and
flowing down his leg. “You may touch her,” he adds.
The elderly man begins to pant softly, as he lifts the hand not stroking
himself to squeeze at my breasts. “Such a pretty little thing,” he whispers.
“Taking a piss all over me. I can feel how warm that pussy is on my leg. How I
would love to stroke that little cunt. Gods, you are so young, you could be my
granddaughter. How I want to fuck you.” He rolls a nipple gently in his
fingers, and I moan for him, grinding down onto his leg.
The man jerks his head up to address Minos. “Please, may I come on her?”
“No.” Minos responds instantly. “That privilege belongs to us.”
Chapter End Notes
     Feel free to suggest scenes for this fic! (Please understand I have
     the right to determine whether or not I want to write based on your
     suggestions.)
***** Chapter 34 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
34.
The grasses sway serenely in the light wind, tall enough to brush my feet. I am
strapped around Minos’ waist and milking his cock, but this time facing
outwards, as he says he has a surprise for me.
As we crest the rise, the landscape opens up around us, the fields of gold-
green grasses sloping gently down below us and then gently giving themselves
over to the vast stretch of sand, which, farther on, melts into an endless
watery expanse, the afternoon sun glimmering off its surface. I gasp in
surprise and admiration, looking up at my protector. “Minos, is this the sea?”
He laughs fondly. “Yes, my little one. This is the sea. It is water for a long,
long time that way. Some say forever.”
“Can I touch it?”
“Yes, kit, you can touch it. In fact, I might throw you in!” With that, he
takes off running down the slope, the herd chasing down after him.
Just in front of us, and off to either side, human families jump and splash in
the waves. As they turn to see us, most of them snatch up their belongings and
try to flee, but we are too quick for them. Corvus and Rigel each catch one of
a pair of little twin girls, their pale blond locks plastered to their backs by
the water. Corvus lifts his prize high in the air, his tongue working its way
beneath her underclothes to stroke at her pussy. Rigel walks slowly to a
comfortable place on the sand, where he reclines and slams the girl down on his
shaft with one hand, fucking her leisurely. I see their mother run screaming
down the beach away from us, but Moros intercepts her, and soon she is doubled
over, his member buried in her ass.
Noath chooses a little boy, maybe six or seven, already naked and attempting to
escape by swimming out to sea. Picking him up effortlessly, the minotaur
spreads the boy’s legs apart and pushes himself inside, still standing thigh-
deep in the water. I can just make out his words to the child as he speaks to
him softly: “No, don’t cry, shhh shh, just take it. There you go. Look at that
tiny little cock of yours. Can you feel how big mine is inside of you? I’ll be
gentle with you if you’re a good boy…”
Minos, paying the humans no mind, strides out with me into the water. I squeak
in surprise as my skin meets the coolness of it. Minos laughs, soft, deep in
his chest. He keeps me tied to him as he walks out just a little more, the
water coming up to my breasts. He lets me get used to the temperature for a
moment, before unknotting the cord around my hips. “Want to try swimming?” He
asks me, lifting me into his arms.
“Yes!” I nod excitedly. Hands wrapped securely around my waist, he lowers me
into the water. Methodically, he teaches me how to move my arms and legs until
I can paddle in circles around him, without his hands to steady me. “Good
girl!” he praises as he lifts me back into his arms. “Now, I will teach you how
to go all the way under.”
Laughing, we dunk underneath the surface again and again. When we resurface, I
am surprised to find the taste of salt on my lips, a flavor not unlike the seed
of the herd. I make sure to squeeze my eyes shut when we go under, just as
Minos instructed. I revel in the feeling of being underwater, my hair floating
around my face, the comfort of its enveloping pressure all around me. Once,
when I tap him to tell him I want to go back up, he moves his lips to mine
instead, passing me air from his mouth.
We play for hours in the shallows, and then he lets me sit on his back as he
swims out very far, my shoulders kept above the water.
When we finally emerge from the sea, Minos’ fur streaming water, he tells me he
is going to see what the other bulls found. I can sense his gaze on the twins,
shaking as they are forced together between two of the bulls, lips locked
hesitantly together. I follow after him, but I am stopped by a voice near the
water.
“Fox girl!”
I turn to see the little boy, sitting on the sand just out of reach of the
tide, seemingly trying to pile sand as high as he can. He beckons me over to
him, and I cross to where he sits.
“Hello,” I reply. “What are you doing?”
“I’m building a sandcastle. Haven’t you ever built a sandcastle before?” His
tilts his head to the side inquisitively.
“No. I’ve never seen so much sand before. Do all oceans have sand?”
That puzzles him. “I think so. Probably.”
I sink down beside him, and patiently, he shows me how to build up and shape
the towers, using my fingers to carve doorways and arches. Our fingers sift
through the sand around us in wide arcs, casting about for shells and sticks to
adorn our grainy walls.
We work in silence for a while, until the boy looks up at me again. “Do you
belong to them?” He nods toward where the herd is playing with the twins.
“Yes. I was bound to them by some old laws at first, but now I would never
leave them. I love them all.” I smile shyly as I adjust one of the sticks.
“That one that caught me was really not so mean. Except what he did to me hurt.
I didn’t like that.”
“You get used to what it feels like,” I assure him. “It hurt me too at first.
It doesn’t so much anymore. Or maybe it still does, but I’ve learned to like
it. I love it when they use me.”
He nods slowly, clearly not understanding. “Their cocks are so big.” He
whispers, looking down at his own. “Do you think mine will ever be that big?”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “I think you have to use it a lot.”
Just as we are putting the finishing touches on the walls, Minos comes to
collect me. I can tell the boy grows uncomfortable as he comes nearer. He pulls
his legs in toward his chest and his ears tinge pink as he focuses very hard on
making the tops of the walls perfectly square.
“Hello little one,” Minos murmurs as he stands over me. His cock hangs just
barely hard above my left shoulder, his loincloth missing. “Have you made a new
friend?”
“Yes, this is Kith. We made a sandcastle!”
“I see that. And what a very impressive sandcastle it is. I would think twice
about storming those walls.” His gaze shifts to Kith, who seems determined not
to acknowledge Minos. “Hello, Kith.”
Fear-filled eyes snap to Minos’ face. “H-hi.”
“I am sorry that Noath put his cock inside you earlier. Would you like to put
your cock in Lia’s pussy? I promise, it feels very good.” He kneels beside me,
pulling my legs apart to show Kith the wetness between my legs. He slides one
finger down between my lips and I keen a soft moan at his touch. I watch as
Kith’s little cock grows hard at the sound.
“Come here, Kith.” Minos lures him closer. With a bit of coaxing, Minos has him
kneel between my legs. I lean back, my hands behind me to prop myself up,
fingers burrowed in the sand. With Minos’ instructions, Kith grasps himself by
the base and slips inside of me. The pleasure registers on his face
immediately, his hips shuddering.
With Minos looming protectively over me, he watches as the boy’s hips begin to
move. “Do you like the way Lia’s pussy feels?” He asks him.
“Yes,” Kith gasps in response, his hands gripping my knees.
Minos reaches down to cup one of my breasts, rolling a nipple between his
strong fingers. “There’s a good girl. I want you to come for me sweetheart.
Spill all over this little boy’s cock.” I pant as I crane my head back to look
up at him, my body obeying his command instantly. The liquid pours from me as I
tremble, and I can hear Kith’s moan as his cock is drenched by the tide. Two
more short thrusts and he is done, his fingertips digging into me as he shakes.
I don’t feel the familiar warmth fill me, but I am assured that he is satisfied
as the tension leaves his body all at once, and he is left bowed over me, mouth
open and breathing heavily.
“There’s a good boy.” Minos praises him, his fingers stroking my ears. With his
guidance, Kith pulls away from me. Minos has him duck his head between my legs
to lick the mess from me, which has me mewling softly in pleasure as I lean
against my minotaur’s strong frame.
Chapter End Notes
     I am so sorry for the ridiculous hiatus. It's been quite a year!
***** Chapter 35 *****
35.
Finally, it is time to go and retrieve the young bulls.
It is a long walk back to the mating forest, but I am content as I bounce along
on the cocks of my masters, their seed never running dry, each of them filling
me in turn as we stride ever onward. We stop in fewer villages now, the males
intent on meeting the new youngsters. They talk of how many there will be, how
broad their shoulders and large their cocks. Many are focused on the first
ritual, when they will teach the calves to fuck. The excitement in the herd has
them always impatient for my service, and their eagerness is evident as they
plunge their dripping cocks inside of me, their entry made simple by the last
bull’s come still leaking out between my thighs.
It takes nearly half a moon to wend our way back between the human villages to
the edge of the forest, but finally we reach the end of our long trek. I turn
excitedly in Arietis’ grasp when the scent of pine fills my nose. There above
us loom the strong, imposing pines, their branches bowed beneath the weight of
their needles. The energy of the herd is once again tangible, as the bulls talk
eagerly of what is to come. The murmurs around me swell louder and louder,
until Minos throws his head back and trumpets forth a warcry. Following his
lead, the herd crashes into the forest. I am borne along by Arietis, the rope
keeping me securely in place, my body bouncing heavily up and down the length
of his cock.
I smile widely at the excitement of my herd around me. I crane my head
backwards to watch them running (upside down) gracefully through the ferns and
roots on the forest floor, their hooves thrumming soothingly on the needle-
laden earth. I admire the ripple of their musculature, evident even through
their thick pelts, as they charge forth. I whip my head forward with a gasp as
Arietis surges inside me, his seed spilling thickly from between my legs.
I feel him pulse with orgasm several more times before the herd finally comes
to a stop. Chests heaving, they stand in a ragged circle in a glade, as Taurn
points out it is growing dark. The bulls decide to stop for the night, and I am
unbound from Arietis, his cock falling out of me heavily. Menoetes claims me
immediately, picking me up under the arms and tossing me high in the air.
“How would you like to accompany me on a hunt, little one?” he asks, catching
me with his strong hands.
“Yes yes yes!”
“Well alright then,” he says warmly, lowering me down to his member. “As long
as you are a good, quiet little girl, I would love to have that little pussy of
yours to warm me up.”
With some cord, he binds me to his waist, facing outwards, and slips himself
inside me. I sigh contentedly.
Off we go through the trees, him with his bowstring raised to his lips, my eyes
wide for signs of prey. He makes no noise as he slips beneath branches and
around boulders. I try to breathe quietly, hyperaware of how much noise I make.
We walk for a great while before I see it—just a tiny tremor in the brush ahead
and to the right of us. My head snaps upward to Menoetes’ face, and his gaze
lowers to meet mine. My lips pressed together, I bounce and point forward
eagerly in the direction of the disturbance. He smiles down at me proudly,
before moving fluidly forward, guided by my outstretched finger.
Menoetes presses his shoulder to the bark of a hulking trunk, and leans around
it slowly. There, before us, two large does are grazing among the roots, their
backs dappled with the sunlight falling through the canopy. Menoetes heaves a
slow and quiet breath. He shifts his position, a bit at a time, until he is
crouching, legs wide, facing the deer.
Soundlessly, he releases the long-held arrow, and before it has even found its
quarry, he has drawn the second to his bow. The first arrow catches the further
doe squarely behind the shoulder, felling it before it has time to cry out. The
second doe leaps in fright, but she can bound only once before Menoetes’ arrow
is sinking into her temple. She, too falls with a soft sound on the moss.
A moment of silence follows, before Menoetes looks down at me, a wide grin
stretching on his face. “That was amazing!” I exclaim, my arms reaching for
him. He unties me and walks forward into the clearing. Patiently, he teaches me
how to draw the arrows from the bodies of the deer, and to stop the bleeding
from the wounds with moss so we don’t leave a trail back to our camp. Once the
arrows are cleaned and returned to his quiver, he picks me up once more. He
walks over to a nearby tree, and has me put both hands flat on its trunk. “Time
for my reward,” he croons, taking my hips in his hands. “Time to stretch that
little ass of yours.”
“Mmmmmmm, yes please, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he croons, as he slides a saliva-slicked finger into me.
He fucks me roughly as I hold onto the tree, my fingers digging into the ridges
of the bark for purchase. His cock plunges in and out of my ass as I moan for
him, his breath hot on my arched back.
When we return to the clearing, a deer on each of Menoetes’ shoulders, we find
Saegr has also felled a deer—a stag with an impressive display of antlers
branching from his forehead. The bulls feast eagerly, feeding me the choicest
bits of meat from their fingertips, as I mewl gratefully in their laps. I spend
the evening licking the grease from my fingers and the come from their members,
and I settle in for a deep night’s sleep cradled between the bodies of Corvus
and Thaetr, their erect cocks warm on my skin in front and behind me.
***** Chapter 36 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a gift to BadPandaBear
36.
The morning’s sunlight is full of hope, as it caresses my eyelids open. The
herd is only barely stirring, and I decide to help them wake up. The bull’s
cocks still lie hard and eager against me, while my head is pillowed on
Thaetr’s bent elbow. Biting my lip nervously, I push until the urine is flowing
from me, spilling out from between my legs to pool around me on the ground,
until the lower half of my body is lying in a warm puddle, soaking slowly into
the fur of the minotaurs. I can’t keep the mischievous smile from my face as
they stir into wakefulness, Corvus grunting slightly, his breath stirring the
hair around my face, while Thaetr rolls his hips, his slick cock sliding along
my back. Both of them come to at the same time, Corvus chuckling and Thaetr
murmuring softly, “Well what do we have here? Does our little slut want to
play?”
I whine in response, and Corvus rolls one of my nipple between his fingertips,
making me squirm. “Little sluts should know better than to wake up their
masters. Who is serving whom here, Lia?”
I feel instantly ashamed, the color rushing into my face. “Perhaps we should
teach our little desperate slut a lesson, Corvus.” I feel the length of him
slide down my body and between my legs. Corvus growls, his chest vibrating
against me. I look up at him, but his eyes are locked with Thaetr’s. I can feel
the struggle for dominance happening all around me.
Corvus is the apparent victor of the silent struggle, as Thaetr pulls back
slightly, until his tip is resting against my ass. Meanwhile Corvus spreads my
soaking wet slit apart with one hand, sliding his achingly hard cock inside me
in one fluid motion. While he begins to fuck me, Thaetr stretches me patiently,
even though I can feel the heat rolling off his member, desperate for my
tightness. The bulls are always so good about ensuring I am ready to take them
there, and I mewl for him gratefully. I can feel myself getting better at
taking their cocks into my ass, and I know this pleases them. Soon, I am ready
for Thaetr, and his cock pushes up and into me, filling me completely. The
bulls both cling to me as their cocks slide against one another, my flesh the
only thing separating them.
Corvus growls again, before panting heavily, “You want to be covered in piss,
little one? Your wish is my command.” The liquid fills me as it jets strongly
from his cock, spilling out around his shaft to soak me once more. I shiver and
moan as the pressure has me close to the edge, and I can feel my lips begging
them to let me come. I am ignored.
Thaetr leans down to whisper raggedly in my ear. “You like that, don’t you
bitch. That little pussy is ours, Lia. We’re just marking our territory.”
“Come for me Lia,” Corvus commands, before Thaetr can even finish, and then I
am gone, up and away where there is only pressure and warmth and the feeling of
completion, as both of the minotaurs gift me with their seed.
***** Chapter 37 *****
37.
The clearing is just as splendid as I remember it.
I am in Theus’ arms as he strides just behind and to the right of Minos, as the
herd breaks from the treeline. There before us stand the calves, a herd just as
large as our own, if made up of miniatures. The calves stand only waist-high
from the perspective of the bulls. None are wearing loincloths, nor any kind of
clothing for that matter. Each of them has yet to sprout fur below the neck or
above the shaft of the tail, their pale bodies as yet undefined by muscle. And
yet they stand proudly, aggressively. Their cocks are already as large as a
human male’s, and they are all erect and dripping. In my mind, Ariet’s words
echo melodically: Just before the females leave, they will feed their male
calves one last time. They will hold them in their arms as they let their young
suck them dry, and with one hand the mothers will stroke their cocks to full
hardness. The calves are forbidden from coming. The next time they will spill
their seed it will be into their chosen virgin. The desperation of the calves
will make their erections impressive for the males when they come to claim
them.
Indeed, I can see the bulls eyeing the cocks of the calves as they are
appraised, the clearing tensely silent. The foremost calf stands slightly
taller than the rest, his member leaking profusely. His gaze locks with Minos’.
A long few minutes crawl past before Minos nods minutely in approval, breaking
their staring contest. The taller calf relaxes visibly, chest heaving in a
sigh.
“Well met, young ones.” Minos let’s his booming voice roll out over the
clearing. “Now. Shall we go find you some unwilling virgins?”
***** Chapter 38 *****
38.
The fire roars in the pit, and the bulls and calves sit scattered around it,
sharing stories and learning names. I am perched in Vanaes’ lap, teasing him as
I grind down against his shaft, my wetness spilling over him. On either side of
him, a calf watches hungrily.
Minos strides up, requesting use of me. Vanaes’ growl is almost imperceptible,
but he hands me up to the alpha.
“I have someone I want you to meet, Lia,” Minos speaks to me softly as he
circles the firepit, headed toward one of the figures made hazy by the heat of
the flames. Lounging back on one elbow, painted in shades of amber by the
firelight, a calf reclines, several more youngsters gathered around him.
Already a few wisps of fur have begun to sprout on his chest, and his cock juts
proudly from between his legs. I recognize him as the tallest calf from the
clearing, and I begin to understand. “Lia, this is Aegis.”
Aegis breaks off his story and looks up at me, a gentle smile forming. “Hello
Lia,” he greets me.
“I thought she might be able to entertain you some. As long as you remember
your bond.” Minos looks sternly down at the calf.
“Of course, Sir.” Aegis sits up. He stretches his arms toward me as Minos hands
me down.
“Be a good girl, Lia.” Minos reminds me, before leaving to join another group
farther on.
“What a pretty little thing you are.” Aegis’ fingers play along my cheekbone,
and I bite my lip, my face warming.
“Thank you, Sir.” My voice is nearly a whisper.
The calf’s eyes, made bright with flame, flicker along the length of my body.
His hand skims down my neck and over the outer curve of my breast, tracing a
smooth line to my waist. My tail flicks back and forth in anticipation and
nervousness. The fur brushes against his leg, and he laughs.
“Come a little closer, little kit. I can feel that heat of yours from here.”
With his guidance, I slip down further into his lap. And then I have an idea.
Careful not to brush him with my fingers, I reach down between us and pull my
lips open. Shifting my hips forward, I push myself up against his cock,
removing my fingers to let my lips wrap around his shaft. His moan has me
looking up at him again, and I smile when I see his head reclined, eyes closed.
“Fuck,” he breathes, bringing his face close to mine. “God, I want to take you
right here.” He is breathing heavily now, and I roll my hips in just a tiny
motion. Shuddering, he grabs my hips in both his hands. “No, no no no, I can’t
handle that, little one. That would be too much for me, I think. Just stay,
just like that. Good girl.” He scratches behind my ear with his fingers and I
close my eyes, purring.
The other calves edge closer to us, and Aegis turns his head to address one of
them. “Look at her, Daeus. Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Indeed she is,” Daeus agrees. He reaches forward with one hand, running his
fingertips across my nipple. “Such a well behaved girl, too.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I gasp softly for him.
Aegis moans breathily again. “And what a wet little pussy you have, kit. Mmmm,
I can feel you dripping…”
One by one the calves begin to touch me, until all of the four gathered around
him are squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, petting my tail. I mewl and
whine gratefully for them, trying my very best to not slide against Aegis.
We continue this game until Aegis sighs. “I need to take a piss. Argus, would
you like to watch this little one for me?” Aegis kisses me once on the forehead
before lifting me up from under the arms and depositing me in the lap of the
calf to his left. Gracefully, Aegis rises and strides away from us out of the
circle of light.
“Hello there, sweetheart,” Argus says as he settles me against him.
“Hi,” I respond, smiling up at him.
“This must be very stressful for you, having twice the number of us to service
now, no?” He cups one of my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently.
“No, I like it,” I smile excitedly. “I love it when the herd uses me. And now I
have an even bigger herd!” The four calves laugh at that. There is a moment of
silence as Argus studies me, while I work up the courage to ask what I have
been wondering about. “So… is Aegis your alpha?”
Argus breathes out in amusement. “It looks that way.”
“He’s been like this since day one,” the calf named Almak interjects. “He was
the very first one of us to leave his mother’s nest. It’s said he went
exploring in the middle of the night while she was asleep, and he returned to
her with breakfast, having caught a rabbit all by himself. At two and a half
weeks!”
“I remember when the contests began,” Daeus adds. “We were all sitting in the
clearing, and someone, I think it was Ceus, tried to pick a fight with him over
a choice piece of meat. He kept refusing to take the bait, until Ceus made it
physical. We were all just bursting at the seams by then. But Ceus
miscalculated. That fight was over before it began. And the next thing you
know, Ceus is sprawled on the ground, and Aegis is whipping out his cock to
piss on him. He was the first one to figure it out.”
“After that it was chaos,” Argus continues. “Everything just became about the
game, the fights, the hormones. Our sisters laughing at us while we came on
each other, pissed on each other, hurled fists. Meanwhile they’re not wasting
their time, already having swordfights with sticks. We knew not to fuck with
them. They were the dangerous ones.”
There is another moment of silence, each of the calves suddenly introspective.
“So, are you going to stay with us?” I ask. “Like, will our herd just keep
growing every mating season?”
“No,” responds Kepheus, the fourth calf. “We’ll stay until we’re ready. The
bulls will take us to a village to find virgins, but after that we’re free to
go. We might stick around for a little bit, but we’re our own herd. Just like
your herd was once all young together. Except him, over there. I don’t know
what his deal is.”
Aegis returns then, settling back down in his spot. “Raem is his name, I think.
One of the bulls told me they found him. Wandering alone in the woods and
covered in blood. They took him in.”
“That doesn’t happen very often,” remarks Almak.
“Nope.”
With Aegis back, the play resumes, and the bull named Daeus moves closer to
slip a finger inside of me. Kepheus leans in to suck on my breast, and I moan
happily. I decide I like the calves quite a lot.
***** Chapter 39 *****
39.
The next morning finds us striding forward once more, the heated excitement of
the bulls and calves alike relentlessly driving us on. I am napping against
Minos’ chest, his member hard inside of me. I drift in and out of
consciousness, wrapped in the warmth of soft fur and the comfort of his pulse
beating against my flesh. The afternoon is warm and the alpha’s strides rock me
gently.
Taur’s words reach me through the haze of sleep as he talks to a few of the
calves, clearly intent on torturing them. “Rhyess was such a sweet fuck. That
pussy of hers so warm and tight…the way she moaned for me while she squeezed my
cock...envy whichever one of you sucked the milk from those tits, so round and
firm...and then afterwards she wanted to suck me off again and how could I deny
those eyes of hers…”
His words have me visualizing their mating—Rhyess, so much smaller than Taur,
straddling his hips, rolling with her motion as she rides him, her hips cradled
in his strong hands. Her soft young fur, a pale sandy brown, beautifully
dappled by sunlight, her full breasts bouncing with her movement.
I squirm against Minos, the half-dream bringing me to the edge, and for a
moment I cannot tell myself apart from Rhyess, Minos’ cock becoming Taur’s, its
thickness buried in my depths. I pant breathily, clinging to the fur around me,
and then I am spilling out and over, soaking Taur’s shaft with my release.
Minos places a hand on my back and leans down to kiss the top of my head. “Good
girl,” he croons as his come fills me. “Sleep now.”
Unquestioning, I obey.
***** Chapter 40 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
40.
The village is in turmoil as the fathers scramble to fetch their virgin
daughters. Minos grips the throat of the village leader’s wife, side by side
with several of the other males, each of them restraining a wife. Some hold the
tips of their dripping cocks to the womens’ openings. A few of the other bulls
follow the men into the houses and shops, holding blades at their backs to
ensure they comply. One by one, the daughters are led into the village center,
a beautiful circle of brick shaded by a thick, tangled canopy of olive trees.
At Minos’ command, their fathers strip them naked, exposing the vital skin of
youth in a dozen shades, firm breasts and strong thighs, the subtle curve of
waists and shoulders and hips. Some of the girls are crying while others stand
silently, their eyes locked on empty space. A brunette on the end of the line
is trembling as she pees herself in fear, the warm liquid pooling at her feet.
Once exposed, the fathers are ushered away from the girls to join the crowd
ringing the scene. Then Minos turns to Aegis. “Choose your girl.”
Aegis nods solemnly and steps out from behind the line of bulls. His eyes
appraise the line of virgins spread before him. I see his eyes settle on one of
them. Her skin is a pale sand color, her honey-red tresses spilling down over
her proud breasts, reaching nearly to her waist. Her hips curve beautifully
outward, her lips are full and ripe, and her bearing is proud. Her eyes meet
his, before shifting down over his body to take in his impressive cock. He
crosses to her.
Thrusting a hand into her hair, he pulls her head back, baring her throat. Her
eyes stay locked on his as her lips part and her breathing becomes heavy. With
his other hand he reaches between her legs, testing her readiness. He smiles at
what he finds, the sadism evident in his features.
All at once, the other calves make for the line of virgins, each of them
hurrying toward their chosen quarry. Minos and his males release the women they
hold captive, moving to join the calves. Each of them chooses a pair, helping
to hold down those girls that are fighting. Minos moves to stand beside Aegis.
I watch as the young alpha slips his cock between his virgin’s legs. He thrusts
in sharply and she cries out.
Afterwards, she is silent as Aegis fucks her roughly, one of his hands fisted
in her hair while the other grips her hips, holding her steady while he pounds
into her. From my perch on the rooftop, I see the other calves following his
lead, forcing their cocks into the tight warmth that awaits them. I can hear
the members of my herd urging them on, their hands squeezing the girls’ breasts
and pinning their arms to their sides. Zorus’ girl has fainted, and Rigel helps
to support her limp body as the calf continues to thrust wildly, lost to the
world. Beside him, one of the girls tries to bite Aeneus, earning her a slap
across the face. Her lesson learned, she stops fighting. Just below where I
sit, I can hear Moros growling to Thedaer, “That’s it, make that pussy yours.
Show that bitch who she belongs to.”
It is not long before Aegis slams into his girl a final time, and he is
finished. He pauses only a moment before pulling away from her. Minos, with
hands on both her shoulders, pushes the girl to her knees and holds her there.
Aegis grips the base of his still rigid cock and, aiming skillfully, sends a
stream of piss splashing against her breastbone. Their eyes lock once more as
he empties himself onto her.
Around him, the others are marking their territory, some not bothering to pull
out before releasing their piss, the liquid filling their girls and flowing
down their legs to wet the bricks below. Lugus forces his struggling, mocha-
skinned beauty to her knees as well, but instead pries her lips open with
Bacchus’ assistance. He aims his stream at her mouth. She refuses to swallow
until Bacchus closes a hand around her throat, which seems to convince her.
When the calves are done, the bulls release the once-virgins. Many collapse
feebly to the ground. Some stand, shaking and tearful, come and urine running
down their thighs, while others stand just as still and emotionless as before.
Minos turns to address the calves. “Now,” he proclaims, his voice ringing out
across the gathered crowds, “You are bulls. You are free to make use of this
village until you are satiated. Go and spend your seed as you will.”
Many of the villagers try to turn and run, but they are not fast enough. Bulls
small and large catch the women as they attempt an escape, tearing their
dresses away and plunging their cocks into them. Those men that try to fight
are easily discouraged by the size and strength of the minotaurs, and soon the
village center is devoid of human males, all of them having retreated inside.
Minos stands in the center of the fray, his eyes searching for a likely target.
Suddenly, I see a flicker of movement off to his right. Crouching on feet and
hands, a woman weaves her way towards him. She is naked, red stripes painted
across her chest and legs, a bell dangling from around her throat. Her full
breasts are pierced at the nipple, where smaller bells swing with her movement.
I watch her approach Minos, who takes notice of her when she crouches at his
feet, looking up at him. My ears swivel, and I strain to take in their
conversation.
“Magnificent alpha,” she says as she prostrates herself before him. “My name is
Dianet. I desire nothing more than to be your instrument of pleasure. I beg
you, take me with you when you leave this place. I will be your leal servant,
available to cater to any and all of your needs. Take me here and now, and I
will prove to you my eagerness and ability.” She bows low once more, hands
splayed on the brick.
Minos smiles, amused. “As you will. Turn around.”
She does as he asks, swiveling away from him to present her ass. With one hand
he spreads her, and the other grips his cock as he plunges himself roughly into
her. She screams, clearly in pain, and he grabs her by the hair, pulling her
head back. “You want to service all of my needs? What if this is one of them?”
She pants as he jackknifes in and out of her. “Yes...yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I
am honored to be taking your cock.”
“Yeah? You don’t seem to be particularly enjoying yourself there, slut.”
Indeed, she is clearly struggling as he thrusts powerfully into her ass, and I
cringe as I know how her flesh must be tearing, screaming in response.
“No—” she chokes out.
“Shut up.”
“Yes Sir.”
 
When all of the minotaurs are spent, they begin to gather near the gates of the
city, cocks tucked back behind their loincloths, their manner easy and genial.
I see Minos speaking to Aegis and motioning toward me. Nodding, Aegis strides
across the bricks until he is standing under me. He spreads his arms wide.
“Come little kit!” He calls up to me. “I’ll catch you!”
I smile widely, crawling toward the edge of the rooftop and easing myself over.
I look over my shoulder to ensure he is below me before I let go, falling
briefly through the air before I land solidly in his arms. He laughs and musses
my ears.
As we leave the village, I look behind us over Aegis’ shoulder. The brick
commons are empty, except for the limp form of a crying woman with red stripes
on her thighs.
Chapter End Notes
     Admittedly, Aegis’ virgin is modeled after Scarlett Johansson: http:/
     /si.wsj.net/public/resources/images/BN-
     BY925_mag041_OZ_20140318165119.jpg
     And Minos’ encounter with woman with red stripes was inspired by
     this: http://rule34-data-007.paheal.net/_images/
     b7a2381fbd1042e93b2e4e307f83def1/1218001%20-
     %20Greek_mythology%20Minotaur%20lawlspasm%20mythology.jpg
***** Chapter 41 *****
41.
At the alpha’s command, the new bulls gather around Minos’ feet where he sits
on a boulder, legs spread apart, cock regal. I sit on his hip, his arm around
me protectively. The rest of the herd gathers around the calves, reclining and
making themselves comfortable. I can feel a story coming. When everyone is
settled, Minos begins to speak.
“Now that you have taken your virgins, Lia is yours to make use of as long as
you remain with us. I expect you will treat her well.” He passes me down to the
closest one of them, Ceus, who smiles at me and thumbs my nipple. He looks up
as Minos continues to speak. “Tonight I will tell you the story that all young
bulls hear after taking their first female. After, you will know why things are
the way they are.”
As he clears his throat, Ceus turns me toward Minos and slips his cock into me.
I lean down over his crossed legs so I am not blocking his view, and I begin to
roll my hips against him so he doesn’t have to move. He runs a hand over my ass
to know that I am pleasing him.
Minos begins. “Hundreds of years ago, on the edge of this very forest, there
was a village…”
***** Chapter 42 *****
42.
Her cream and sage skirts swirl around her ankles as she bends and straightens
over and over, filling her wicker basket with wild mushrooms. Tendrils of pale
summer-honey hair play at the edges of her face, and she brushes them aside
absent-mindedly, focusing on the task at hand. But then a sound, just on the
edge of her hearing. She stills, straining to hear. Slowly, she follows the
soft wailing, wading deep into the ferns.
And suddenly there, a small pale shape writhing on the moss. She bends down,
brushing aside the fronds. A gasp. What is this? An infant in distress, but no
ordinary infant. The eyes of a newborn calf open and look up at her pleadingly,
the mouth on the end of its tiny muzzle whining, too exhausted to cry. And a
cock, nearly three inches long, lying softly between the babe’s legs. A tiny
tail swishes in excitement at his salvation, as his hands reach for her. And
how could she deny him? She lifts him from the forest floor, cradles him
against her body. The little one lows, the sound soft and cracked at the edges,
as it moves closer to her, seeking her warmth. She fondles the tiny bone nubs
destined to become horns, feels his soft skin.
“Hush now sweet one,” she says to him. “You are safe now.”
 
But while he is safe from the terrors of the forest, he must also remain safe
from her drunken husband. She nestles him into her wicker basket amongst the
wild mushrooms, speaking to him softly. “Be quiet now, little calf. And then
when we are safe at home, I will find you something to eat.” She doesn’t yet
know what, but she figures she can sort that part out later. She folds the soft
cloth over him, thanking the gods as he is already drifting off to sleep.
The basket held tenderly in her arms, she picks her way back through the forest
to her house on the edge of the village. Cautiously, she pushes open the door
to her home, not wanting to stir the temper of her husband. Well, nearly her
husband. For there was another secret she kept. A raging drunk, her husband had
yet to bed her, his cock always softened by the drink. It wasn’t for lack of
trying on his part that she was still a virgin, but he made her swear to never
tell anyone, and he threatened to kill her if she did. So far, three weeks into
their marriage, she had successfully avoided him when he lashed out in his
rage, his hands fisted and seeking her.
So she pushes through her own front door quietly, hesitantly—and to her relief
she finds her husband, so warm during courtship but so different now, sleeping
crookedly on the floor, a bottle in hand. She steps over him and into the
little bedroom at the back of the house. Settling on the edge of the bed, she
places the basket in her lap and gingerly unwraps its tenant, who mumbles
sleepily up at her. She smiles and lifts him from his bed of mushrooms.
He awakens all at once and blinks up at her, and she presses a finger to her
lips, begging him to stay quiet. He obliges her, his little mouth stretching
wide in a yawn. Little hands pull at the front of her dress, and she whispers
at the babe. “I have no milk to give you, sweet one. I’m sorry.” But he is
insistent, and thinking it will calm him for a time, she pushes aside the folds
of fabric and offers him her bountiful breast. He makes soft, happy noises as
his mouth finds her nipple. His sucking is both gentle and insistent, and she
nearly moans at once in pleasure. She bites her lip to suppress her gasping and
looks down at the infant at her breast, his tongue swirling around her erect
nipple, pulling at the tender flesh.
And then there is a warmth, and a sensation she is being filled, and then the
milk flows from her, white appearing on the lips of the babe. She watches in
astonishment as he mouths at her breast, his eyes closing contentedly. “You are
truly a miracle, little one.” She kisses his forehead, and he hums in reply. “I
will name you Romulus.”
And so Romulus and Leda live their secret life, hiding away from her husband
for a week and a half. It is not hard to disguise the babe’s existence, as her
husband scarcely ever takes detailed note of his surroundings. Romulus grows
significantly in size over the short timespan, no longer the tiny infant she
had found, but a strong baby boy. He seems quite intelligent as well, and takes
quickly to housetraining, whimpering whenever he needs to be taken outside and
held over the bushes. She continues to nurse him, her breasts not changing in
size, but also seemingly never running dry of milk. She quails the first time
her husband reaches out to squeeze one of them, sure the liquid would be drawn
from her and the ruse would be up. But her fear is unfounded, and try as she
might, she finds that only Romulus can make the milk come.
Then one night, after Romulus had been safely tucked into his makeshift basket-
bed beneath her own, her husband comes charging into the room. “Come here
bitch,” he slurs angrily. “No longer will I wait to fuck that hole of yours.
You’re always so goddamn coy, teasing me and making me hold out for you, but
I’ve had enough. Tonight I will make you mine.” He stumbles into her, knocking
her over on the bed. Holding her down roughly, he tears the dress from her
body, his hands violent as they squeeze at her breasts. He tears open the laces
on his breeches, pulls out his limp cock. He fists it, stroking manically. Then
he shoves it against her, slamming himself over and over between her legs, but
she does not part for him. How could she when he is not hard?
He lays an open-handed slap across her face. “Spread that hole for me bitch.
Stop making this so damn difficult.” But she cannot move, her arms pinned to
her chest by his weight on top of her. Eventually, he tires, rolling off her.
“Come morning,” he mumbles, “I will rape that hole until it bleeds, and you are
begging me to stop…” Before he can finish, his threats have turned to snoring.
That is when Leda knows what she must do.
Not bothering to dress, she throws a cloak around her shoulders, reaches under
the bed and pulls out the basket, and lifts a softly crying Romulus into her
arms. She finds a length of cloth and winds it around her chest and his body,
until he is nestled between her breasts in a sling. He stops crying when she
offers him her nipple, and as he takes it in her mouth she strides out of the
bedroom, across the house and out the front door, which she is determined never
to enter again.
As night falls, they walk. Leda heads into the wilderness, away from the life
that has betrayed her. She is not afraid of the forest, its shadows offering
her solace, its depth refuge. She walks into the early hours of the morning,
Romulus sleeping against her chest, warm and comforting. Finally, when the
first light of dawn touches the canopy, she lays down in a stand of tall grass
to sleep, her babe cradled in her arms.
 
Leda finds life in the forest very much to her liking. There is no shortage of
food, as she finds wild mushrooms, chives, chestnuts, blackberries,
raspberries, wild cherries, dandelion, cattail—there is always enough to fill
her. Romulus is content to drink the milk from her breast, and he continues to
grow exponentially, quickly outgrowing his sling. His already impressive cock
grows even larger. His horns develop rapidly, until they curve away from his
head on either side. Soon, he is tottering along beside Leda, holding her hand
as he stumbles over the moss.
One night, they are sitting by the warmth of a small fire, Romulus held against
Leda’s chest as she tells him the stories her mother told her. Just as she
finishes, she feels a warmth spreading over her skin. She looks down to find
that he is urinating, the liquid flowing out of his cock and onto her.
“Romulus,” she says, startled. “You know better than that!”
He ignores her, burying his face into her neck. As the last of the piss spills
from him, he murmurs his first word into her ear. “Mine.”
 
Leda cannot explain why she ventures ever deeper into the forest—only that the
further she is from her village the better life can be. But ever increasingly,
she feels something pulling at her, urging her forward. She doesn’t mind. She
is intent to go.
Nearly a mooncycle later Romulus is a youth, looking every bit eight or nine
years of age. He fashions himself a bow and is soon felling birds and squirrels
and rabbits, which Leda cooks skillfully over their evening fires. They still
sleep twined together, and as they lie down for the night, she still feeds him
the milk from her breast. He sucks at her reverently, his hands stroking the
swells of her breast while his mouth pulls at her nipple rhythmically. With no
one to hide from, she moans and sighs for him, caressing his skin. His cock
lies hard against his stomach, as it always does now.
One night just such as this, they choose a mossy hollow among the roots of
circle of oaks for their bed. Leda sits to pick the few pebbles out from among
the moss. Before she knows what is happening, she is being tackled, Romulus
laughing as they roll across the moss. She laughs at him in return as his mouth
descends toward her breast, but then he thinks better of it, pulling away.
“Mom?” he says, a question in his voice. “Can we play a game? I just have so
much energy, and I can’t seem to get this feeling out of my blood, like I want
to hold something down, or…”
“What did you have in mind?” She asks.
“Well, I thought, maybe, that I could try to feed from you but that you could
try to fend me off. Like, try to prevent me from doing it. I promise not to
hurt you.” He looks down at her, his eyes full of fire.
“Yes, I suppose,” she answers. “I think it must be all those hormones you must
have running rampant. Sure, we can try a bit of wrestling. I hope you realize
what a lethal opponent I am!” With that, she throws her weight to the side,
flipping him over onto his back. He laughs again, sitting up and forcing her
back down to the ground.
Breathlessly, they play among the roots, Romulus trying to pin her down long
enough to suck at her breast, Leda evading him every time, slipping quickly
away. The young calf finally has her steady, both wrists held in his grip, and
he licks at her nipple, his eyes locked with hers. She moans, but gathers
herself for one last escape attempt. She pretends to sneeze, and he jerks away,
allowing her to crawl away from him. The next thing she knows, she is being
forced up against the trunk of an oak, as Romulus uses his newfound strength to
hold her there. He breathes heavily, no longer laughing. One arm across her
chest above her breasts has her stuck in place, and with the other hand he
reaches down between his legs, grasping his thick cock. Her legs are on either
side of him, and his piss soaks her sex, jetting warm against her lips. “That
cunt is mine,” he growls at her.
That night he holds her in his arms, her back pressed to his front, his cock
lying hard between her legs, his shaft hard against her opening. When they
wake, she has soaked him with her moisture, and he growls, low and deep,
sliding his length through the wetness. But somehow they both know—she is not
to be taken, and they must be patient.
 
Now they walk by day and struggle by night, both desperate for what they cannot
have. They lie together, the head of his member pushed between her legs as he
sucks the milk from her. Come morning, she kneels before him as he pisses onto
her breastbone, marking his territory.
He grows larger. Fur begins to sprout from his chest, and soon a downy mahogany
pelt cloaks him. His horns come in fully and his cock grows impossibly larger.
Leda kisses it reverently, carefully licks the dripping clear liquid from its
tip.
 
On a morning only a handful of mooncycles after she set out from her village
with a babe cradled in her arms, Leda strides through the forest beside her
minotaur, his muscles rippling, his fur soft and thick, his cock rigid against
his body. Romulus stops to take a piss, and Leda holds his cock for him, aiming
the stream of urine at the trunk of a tree.
Both of them hear it at the same time. Romulus cuts off his stream instantly,
and they stand still. The sound of heavy footfalls resound in their ears. They
turn as the hulking shapes break through the trees. Minotaurs, an entire herd
of them. The leader in the front blinks his eyes incredulously. He speaks to a
bull beside him. “Thrace, do my eyes deceive me?”
“I doubt it, Othor.” Replies the second bull. He kneels down, looking at Leda.
“Hello beauty,” he greets her. “Might I ask, are you a virgin?”
Her cheeks color, but Romulus lays a reassuring hand on the back of her head.
“Yes, indeed I am.”
“Incredible,” the foremost bull, the one named Othor whispers as Thrace returns
to his feet. This time he addresses Romulus. “Your coming was foretold, great
leader. My herd met a seer in the woods, an old woman who speaks the truth of
the future. She told us we would find our alpha, the one we have sought for so
long, being led through the forest by his virgin mother, a human woman. It it
prophesized that you will be the alpha of the ages, that you will father strong
children and fell many cities, that you will be fierce in battle and mighty of
cock, and that because of you, the minotaurs will live on.”
“He may not know, Othor,” Thrace murmurs. “Great alpha, our kind is in peril.
We are hunted ruthlessly, our females are driven from their nests in the sacred
forest, our children are slaughtered and raped. We must take back our land, and
drive the humans in fear back to their villages. We need you to lead us.”
For a moment there is silence. Leda looks up at the minotaur who was her son,
and knows they are right. Romulus looks to her and sees her smile, the pride in
her eyes. Then his gaze locks with Othors’. “I will lead you.”
The herd roars in reply, hands fisted into the air. With Leda by his side,
Romulus leads the herd back the way they came, striding through the forest in
search of human settlement.
Late that night, after the celebration has finally petered out, the herd sleeps
peacefully around the glow of a dying fire. Romulus sucks the milk from Leda’s
breast a final time, feeding until she is dry. He rolls her onto her back, and
thrusts himself inside her. She calls out softly, and he pushes forward until
he fills her completely. His hand cradles her face, his thumb skimming her
cheek. “You are mine, Leda. And I will never leave you.”
He fucks her slowly, tenderly, until he is spilling his seed inside of her. And
then he takes her again, and again, both of them fervent, his cock plunging
into her as she milks him with her cunt. Finally they sleep, his come warm
inside of her and on her, his cock soft and spent.
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“Leda lives out her days servicing the bulls, taking the cocks of the herd. The
other herds of the forest came to know her, and she became the first in a long
line of herd slaves. To this day, we carry on her alpha’s tradition. Romulus
rallied the strength of the minotaurs behind him, and under his leadership, the
humans were driven out of the forests, back to their villages, where they were
taught to live in fear of the bulls’ strength. And that is why things are the
way they are.”
The clearing is silent. Ethos thrusts into me a final time as he finishes. The
story was just long enough for all of the young bulls to have their turn with
me, all except Aegis. The young alpha comes to collect me as the herd disperses
to settle in for the night.
Aegis finds himself a comfortable spot in the grass of the clearing. He lays me
down on my stomach and stretches out over me, one of his hands weaving into my
hair. His cock, bigger than any other in his herd, surges into me. His hips
snap forward over and over, his member massaging me intoxicatingly. I moan and
whine until he begins to whisper into my ear.
“I hope someday to find a slave half as good as you, little one. With that
sweet little pussy of yours, always so wet and ready.” Reaching around my head
with his other hand, he offers me his fingers. I suck on them eagerly, my
tongue stroking at his skin. “Oh, good girl,” he growls.
At his request, I come for him, spilling out over his shaft as he continues his
relentless pace. A moment later, he pulls out of me, moving his fingers from my
mouth down between his legs to stroke himself, until he is coming, pouring his
seed out between my legs. He sighs, planting a kiss on my shoulder. “Sleep now,
Lia.”
I am already drifting off as he pulls me onto my side, wrapping himself around
me. I know if I behave, he will take me again in the morning. I fall asleep and
dream of Romulus, his cock inside of me and his hands in my hair.
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44.
I am riding along on Haenr’s cock the next morning, as several of the young
bulls walk beside him. He regales them with tales of battle and rape, his vivid
descriptions captivating me.
“Well now, I know you heard Minos’ tale last night about Leda and Romulus, but
I have another story for you. This one is not as significant, but it’ll make
those cocks of yours hard and strong, so they keep growing. You’ll want them
nice and big so when you use it to take a female she feels honored, and will
thank you and cry out your name when you are fucking her. Isn’t that right,
sweetheart?” He looks down at me, petting my hair. “Does that cock make your
little pussy want to worship it?”
“Yes, Sir,” My reply is a gasp, his words heating my blood.
“That’s a good girl. See, boys? What did I tell you. A cock is a minotaur’s
greatest weapon. It can strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, send the
warriors running away from you and their wives running toward you. Well, with
one exception. His name was Odin.”
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At one week old, Odin’s cock was nearly as long as a human male’s, and it was
already hard. By the time he was full-grown, it was massive, twice the size of
any average alpha’s, and it had never softened. Not long after splitting from
his father’s herd, for a reason never quite explained, Odin relinquished his
role as alpha and set out on his own.
Odin’s mighty erection pained him, and he knew the only way to relieve his
suffering was to take a female. The first candidate he met was a human woman,
but when he tried to take her she ran away in fear. The same happened with a
foxgirl and then a werecat. Another three human females ran from him, and he
began to become concerned. But then he met a sex elf, a female of the species
that will offer themselves up willingly to any being, as they are sustained on
the energy of arousal. She spied him from a distance, thinking herself lucky to
have discovered a minotaur, mighty of cock and carnally hungry. He watched her
as she came forward, her lips parted and her thighs wet with her readiness. But
when she approached him, her eyes found his member, and she shook her head.
“My lord,” she said to him, her eyes sad. “It would be a noble death to die,
ripped apart by your fervor, but I have a long and bountiful life ahead of me.
You’ll forgive me if I do not take your weapon.” Then she slipped away.
Odin thought on her words. He had no wish to bring death to those he took. He
wondered if he would kill if it meant he could feel the warmth of a woman’s
depth. He did not know the answer.
Days later, walking aimlessly, Odin met a witch. She was beautiful, snowy of
skin and blue of eye, with hair the color of a burning forest. His cock dripped
at the sight of her. She saw his desperation, and took pity on him.
The witch brought him with her deep into the woods, to her hidden glen. She
shed her robes and knelt in the moss at his feet, pressed her lips to his head
in worship. She licked the moisture from his head, massaged him with her hands.
She made a potion, thick and smooth, and rubbed it into her skin, until she was
as slimy as a fish. She bid him lay down, and she climbed onto his cock, slid
her lubricated body up and down his length, her breasts enveloping him. She
began to piss, the warm liquid flowing over his shaft. He came for her then, as
he had not before. For the pleasure of one’s own hand is never rival of that
given by another.
He stayed with her for a fortnight as she served him, milking his cock with her
body, rubbing his shoulders free of his life’s tension. He in turn fed her with
his seed and his piss, massaged her sex until she was crying out for him,
spilling over his hand with her orgasm.
One morning, she woke him with her tongue, licking up his length until his eyes
opened to the daylight. She told him he could stay no longer, but that she had
made him a gift. She presented him with a loincloth. Woven by a witch and
imbued with magic, it would hide his cock from the world. Now, she told him, he
could seduce any woman who would listen, and when it was too late, take them by
surprise. She promised also that as long as he was wearing it, no physical harm
would come to his prey. Odin thanked her profusely, first with his mouth, and
then with his come.
The loincloth worked just as promised. When worn, it hung down between his legs
as if his cock was soft and small, or even, he supposed, as if he had no cock
at all. He tested its effectiveness at once, as he soon happened across a
likely female. She was a daemon girl, sitting at the base of a tree, petting a
sleeping wolf pup. Her impossibly long black hair tangled into her black,
raven-feathered wings, her ebony skin alive with swirls of golden, glowing
light, as if her flesh was cracking open. He knelt and held out a hand to her.
Her glowing, golden eyes latched onto his face, and she bit her lip, smiling at
him. She laid the pup gently amongst the roots of the tree, and came towards
him, teleporting closer bit by bit. Soon she was before him, her hands fondling
her breasts. He knew that daemons liked to tease, and he had counted on this.
He could feel her reading him, figuring out what he liked. She spread her legs
and tilted her hips backwards, squeezing her breasts and opening her mouth in a
moan as she began to piss, the liquid thin and tinged a pale blue.
Before she could react he grabbed her. He swung aside his loincloth, revealing
his iron-hard erection. The piss still flowing from her, he slammed his cock
between her legs, up and into her dangerous, roiling heat.
She screamed and cried in a meaningless tongue as he fucked her, his thrusts
violent and unchecked. When he was done, he exploded inside her, gifting her
his seed. Limp and crying, he laid her beside the wolf pup at the base of her
tree, kissed her on the forehead. His member still erect, he repositioned his
bewitched fabric, and strode on in search of more respite.
He took many women this way, females of all species, drawn towards his kind
demeanor, so unusual for a minotaur. He would speak to them gently, his velvet
words promising them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. They would come to
him, pulling their breasts free from their clothing, sinking to their knees or
prostrating themselves at his feet. He learned quickly that while they would
remain unscathed, their pain would be no less.
As Odin walked through the forest, taking women by deception, the Great Mother
watched him. You know of her, as your mother told you of her as you fed at her
breast. The Mother of All Things is omniscient, her white fur luminous, her sex
hot with the heat of life, her stomach full and bountiful with her pregnancy as
she carries all of our dreams within her belly. Holy milk flows from her heavy
breasts, and her horns curve proudly from her head. She was made pregnant by
the seed of her son, before she commanded him to go forth and give her children
the stars. And so he obeyed, and with his cock in hand, walked the heavens as
came for her, spreading his seed across the sky.
But yes, you know all of those stories already. So Our Mother looked down on
Odin, and was sorry for him. And so together, with a human woman, she made Odin
a girl. When the child was only days old, she willed the girl out of her
village and into the wilderness, where she came of age within three days. The
Great One then bound her life to Odin’s, and inexorably, they made their way
towards each other, through the depth of the forest.
 
Odin pulled aside a pine bough. He had followed the sound of her singing for
some time now, and now he had found her. Her back was to him as she bathed in
the pool, the water rising just to her hips. Her long, golden hair fell unbound
down her back. She stopped singing as he emerged from the trees, turning toward
him.
She remained still as he drew closer, even as he waded into the pool. She
watched him with her green eyes, the color of the sea before a storm. When he
stood before her, she smiled up at him. He took in the sight of her, her full
breasts ending in coral nipples, the smooth evenness of her skin flowing from
her shoulder down to her slim waist, the long elegance of her fingers.
He was about to reach out and grab her, but she moved first. Slowly, her hands
found the knot of his loincloth at his hip. Only the very tip of the fabric
dragged in the water, due to Odin’s height. He knew he should take her before
she had a chance to discover for herself what work lay ahead of her. But he
found himself letting her untie the knot, pull the fabric away from him. Freed,
his cock laid long and hard against his stomach. He could feel his pulse,
insistent and growing warmer.
Odin watched the girl as she leaned her head back, her honey locks falling
around her shoulders. She kissed the base of his cock reverently, and then each
one of his balls in turn.
He picked her up, cradling her in his hands. Her lips parted as his head came
to rest between her legs, taking up the whole of the hollow between her thighs.
“Odin,” she whispered, “Take me.”
He surged into her, and, somehow, she took him in. She cried out, and he was
afraid that he had torn her open, but she realized that the words on her lips
were ones of praise, and her noises were all made out of pleasure.
Odin fucked her with everything he had, and she screamed for him, craving the
fullness of him within her. Her wetness soaked his shaft, her tightness
squeezed him, and they panted together, her fingers tangling into his fur, his
hands gripping her tightly. He came, marking her with his seed, and when he was
done he pissed inside of her, claiming her as his own. She rested against his
chest, and he held her close to him, relishing her encompassing heat.
 
Odin named her Persephone. From that day forward they travelled together, her
riding mounted with his member between her thighs and between her breasts, and
taking him when he needed her, never in pain. She began to help lure other
women to him with empty promises and stories, and when they were impaled on his
cock she would suck on his balls or massage their breasts. After, to repay his
own precious girl, he would force the women to their knees and make them
pleasure Persephone with their mouths. And neither of them ever wanted again.
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46.
“Are you telling that Odin story again, Haenr?” Theus calls out from just ahead
of us.
“Indeed I am. I wanted to make these youngsters nice and desperate for Lia’s
little pussy.” I look over at the young bulls as they walk beside us and just
as he intended, their cocks are rigid and dripping. I lick my lips.
“Don’t believe a word he says, boys,” Theus replies.
“Every word of that tale is true,” Retorts Haenr. “I met a bull once who said
he’d seen Persephone’s bathing pool with his own eyes.”
“Hm,” Theus snorts. “Well I’m perfectly content with my own cock. Makes the
women scream my name just fine.” He turns to us briefly, walking backwards,
wrapping a hand around his thick cock and shaking it slightly to make his
point.
Haenr hands me off to Aninth, who fumbles slightly in his excitement. The herd
pauses as Haenr and Theus help to teach him how to bind me, until I am settled
comfortably against his body, his member hard inside me. As he is not yet full
grown, my head reaches nearly to his chest. His fur is finally beginning to
grow in, his muscles becoming more defined. I can tell my weight affects him,
but he doesn’t seem to notice as he takes up his pace once more, intent on me
as I surge up and down his shaft with his movement. He takes my hips in his
hands and his brow furrows, his breath washing warm and heavy over my skin. It
is only another moment before he throws his head back and moans.
“Come on then,” teases Erebus from a few paces back. “You’ve got to hold on
longer than that.”
The cycle is repeated as I am passed again to Zorus, who doesn’t take much
longer than Aninth to spill himself into me. All of the new bulls have a turn
with me as we walk through the morning. Aegis is the last. He strides beside
Minos at the head of the herd, listening intently as the elder alpha imparts
his wisdom. Aegis strains to pay attention as his cock moves within me, but he
hides his desperation well. I can feel the muscles beneath his groin flexing as
he fights his impending release, clearly intent on impressing Minos.
Peering around Aegis, I notice Argus and Daeus walking closely behind their
young leader. Each of them seems eager to be closer to him than the other, and
when Argus accidentally steps on Daeus, Daeus turns his head and snarls at him.
Argus glares back, but lets Daeus take the lead, stalking on just behind him.
My attention snaps back to Aegis as he swears softly into my ear. “Fuck,” he
chokes out, and then I can feel him come undone, hot and thick and unending. I
mewl, feeling my body react to him, spilling out until he is dripping, leaving
a trail behind us in the dust of the path.
We stop then to have lunch, wandering into the forest until we find a tumble of
rocks warmed by the sun. Aegis sits and unbinds me from his waist. Argus and
Daeus settle down beside us.
As the bulls eat a light meal of dried rabbit meat and berries, I sit in the
hollow of Aegis’ crossed legs, eating the small bites he offers me until I am
full. By then, several of the other new bulls have joined us, sitting just a
bit farther away from us than Argus and Daeus. As the males talk and laugh, I
watch their exchanges closely. The hostility between the closest bulls is
clear. While many members of their herd were satiated after use of me, they
both sport impressive erections. Daeus scowls as Argus recounts a story Taurn
had told him, Aegis nodding and laughing.
After lunch, as the herds sit relaxing in the midday sunlight, Argus speaks up.
“Aegis, mind if I have a turn with our little fox here? I can see her eyeing
this.” He cups a hand around his genitals, his eyes burning into mine.
It is Daeus who responds first. “Actually, if you don’t mind me saying so, I
think it’s about time I have a turn with Lia. You had her only an hour ago.”
“And? My needs remain unmet. You’ll have your turn. After she is full of my
seed. I promise, I’ll make sure to give her plenty so she’s nice and ready for
you. I’m sure it will be an honor to have my come smeared on your dick.”
Daeus rises to his feet. I can feel Aegis watching them intently, as are the
other bulls seated around us. Daeus is silent as he takes hold of his cock.
Before Argus can react, the stream of piss is falling onto his thigh, drops of
liquid splashing onto his softening member.
Fuming, Argus waits for Daeus to finish. I know his moving before then would
show his weakness to the others. It takes a long time for Daeus to empty
himself onto his opponent. Their eyes are locked together the entire time, and
the silence that hangs between them is bitter and strained.
When Daeus is finally done, Argus gets to his feet. Dripping and ashamed, he
walks away, heading for the trees. Daeus settles back down, making a remark to
Aegis about the pleasantness of the sunlight.
As if nothing had happened, conversation among the bulls swells again. But
moments later, Aegis picks me up and passes me to Daeus. As he thrusts his cock
inside of me, I can feel things among the young herd solidifying.
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47.
A fortnight later, the herds sit around a blazing fire, feasting on the several
wild boars felled by Saegr. I recline in Minos’ lap, my stomach full to
bursting with the rich meat. When the alpha offers me his greasy fingers, I
lick them clean obediently.
Theus, Aegis and Daeus sit with us. The young beta is tracing his hands in the
air as he describes the curves of the woman he took earlier today in the small
settlement we had stumbled across.
“And her mouth...oh god,” Daeus laughs.
I drift as the bulls talk, the food making me sleepy. The warmth of the fire on
my back and the thick fur all around me urge me further to close my eyes, sung
to sleep by the low rumble of my master’s laughter.
I come nearly to the surface some time later, and through the senselessness of
my sleep I can hear Aegis.
“...getting restless. I think it’s time now.”
And then Minos, his voice deep against my body. “I think your decision is a
good one. And I think you are ready. Remember everything you have learned, but
if you can’t, don’t be afraid to make your own choices. I know they will be
wise.”
Sleep takes me again.
 
When I wake in Minos’ arms, the paleness of morning has begun to creep into the
forest. The fire has long since died, its embers glowing feebly. The tenants of
the clearing are asleep but for Taur, who stands guard beyond the firepit. He
sees me stirring and smiles.
I slip from captivity and begin to pad toward Taur, who looks like he could use
some relief. As I walk I look around me, feeling that something is off about
the herd.
And then I realize. The young bulls are gone.
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48.
I feel very strange. I tell Bacchus so as he walks through the forest, the
light fading around us as a storm rolls in.
“Don’t worry kit, we’re probably going to make camp soon to ride out the storm.
Then you can get some sleep. You’ll feel better after that.” I hope he is
right.
But as the herd walks through the woods in search of a good place to stay, my
stomach lurches. I twist violently to the side and just manage to avoid
Bacchus’ fur as I retch up my breakfast. Suddenly the attention of the herd is
fixed completely on me, as Bacchus hurries to pull my hair away from my face.
Eros unknots the rope from around my wrists and Minos lifts me up. With a few
words, he sends several of the bulls out to quickly find a suitable place to
settle in. Cradling my body, he wipes my mouth clean with his fingertips.
“Everything’s going to be okay, my sweet girl. Shh, just relax.”
But I already know it won’t be.
 
Minos is warm around me and I love it in theory but I just can’t.
The rain is insistent on the ledge of rock above us, pounding pounding pounding
at a pace to match the pounding in my head. I thrash, guilty for not sleeping,
the bulls not sleeping, the lighting flashing to show me how tired they are but
they can’t sleep. Eventually they do. But not Minos. Minos who stays awake,
giving me water from his lips and helping me when I can’t keep it down. I wake
and dream half-dreams, and he is there no matter what, speaking to me softly,
but I can’t hear him over the raging of the heat that is all around me.
I cry out as the minotaur hunter approaches from the depths of the shadows, his
spear poised to take Minos in the back. He is huge, larger even than my bulls.
Minos turns, scared, but scared for me, but he whispers that there is nothing
there, and when I look again there isn’t.
I am slick with sweat, but my mouth is so dry. I want water, I promise I do, I
want to be a good girl and drink, but my stomach says no, over and over but
Minos lets me have his saliva, and I heave a sigh when it is sweet on my
tongue. But still warm. I don’t want this, I don’t want the burning heat, but
it comes anyway, in waves and I can’t swim anymore. I keep moving, keep trying
to keep my head above the surge but I keep losing.
***** Chapter 49 *****
49.
My little one is fighting so hard.
My worry has transformed into panic as the third morning approaches, and sees
Lia no better. She has stopped thrashing now, only shivering in her delirium.
The herd all watches over her, bringing her cool cloths wet from the nearby
stream, cups of water with bits of yarrow floating on the surface. I rarely
leave her side, stepping away from her only when need demands it.
The storm rages on outside, the day turned dark as the rain sheets down beyond
the mouth of the natural shelter. It drives a traveller into our sanctuary, who
sighs happily before he turns and notices us. I raise a hand to tell him it is
alright, that he is safe here. I do not have the energy to tell him otherwise.
I entrust Lia to Theus’ care to go and speak with the human. He tells me of the
flooding throughout the forest. When he asks, hesitantly, I tell him about Lia.
His eyes grow wide. I nearly have to threaten him to speak.
“She has the White Death.”
He tells me of the fever raging through the western forest, taking species of
all kinds with it. The terror rises within me, and is quelled only slightly by
his assurance that it isn’t contagious, but seems to choose its victims
entirely at random.
I cut him off as he rambles about a centaur he had come across recently, in the
throes of his last feverish hours. “Yes, but the cure. What is the cure.” I do
not ask him if there is one. There must be.
“Well…” he looks about evasively. I seize a fistful of his tunic.
“Yes, yes yes, oh god please don’t, yes there is something. A priestess, you
have to find a priestess. They can fix it. It’s being said the White Death is a
vengeful god’s doing. Find someone who can commune with them and maybe she’ll
be spared. Please don’t hurt me, I’ll leave now, I swear.”
I am not finished with him yet. “Where can I find the nearest priestess.”
“B-beyond the cliffs, I think. To the south.”
I let the traveller go, and he stumbles back out into the rain.
I return to Lia, kneel down to kiss the paleness of her skin. She whimpers, her
head turning away. I look up at Theus.
“You will keep the herd while I am away. I am going to find a priestess. She
might be able to help Lia.” Theus nods. “I don’t know when I will be back. Keep
her hydrated, however you can.”
I don’t want to leave her. I let my eyes settle on her face, my thumb skimming
over her parted lips. “I’ll be back soon, Lia. Be a good girl for me.”
 
The sound of the rain helps keep my mind numb as I walk southward, away from my
herd for the first time in many seasons. But I am not about to lose a member of
it.
***** Chapter 50 *****
50.
I do not stop to sleep. I have no wish to squander my time, not when these
hours may well be Lia’s last. I also have no desire to let my dreams bring me
images of her struggling, her body small and so very fragile. I am not tired. I
refuse to be.
Southward on and on, until I reach the cliffs, towering high and barren above
the forest. I do not pause. I begin my ascent, hand over hand up the pockmarked
rock, pulling myself upward. When I am at the top, I heave myself over and
stand. I do not look back. I know the view would be squandered on me.
The forest above the cliffs is different, thicker. I push my way through the
ferns, chest high here. I do not notice night falling, but am surprised when I
realize suddenly how black the trees around me have grown.
 
Whenever I stumble across one capable of speech, I ask about the priestess. I
follow the strangers’ directions through the strange forest, praying to the
Great One that they are not mistaken.
***** Chapter 51 *****
51.
It is she who finds me.
Robes of the whitest silk flow around her, and a silver circlet graces her
mahogany hair. She steps lithely through the ferns, their fronds reaching over
her head.
“Minos.” Her voice is honey as her lips curve sensually around my name.
 
She leads me the rest of the way. We enter a hidden tunnel amongst a cluster of
rocks, descending down into the earth. The air cools around us and the passage
grows black. I follow her, only assuming she silently walks before me.
Suddenly she is there, just beyond, silhouetted against crimson and amber
light. We emerge into the brilliance, entering a magnificent domed room carved
out of the rock of the earth. The ceiling of the dome is an intricate mandala
of colored glass, wrought in the image of the sun. At the center of the
vastness is a stone altar, to which she leads me. The color dancing in her
hair, she looks up at me. Her golden eyes are iridescent in the filtered
sunlight.
“The other priestesses and I are doing everything we can to calm the angered
god. His name is Fahkith, and he has been slighted by his lover, Haeil, she who
loves the creatures of this earth. And so he takes them from her.” She places
her hands on my abdomen, sinking her fingers into my fur. “Lia was never meant
to be taken. I can get her back for you, as she has done nothing to deserve a
death such as this. But you must make a sacrifice to me, that I might commune
with the gods.”
“I will do whatever is necessary.”
“Good. I sense this will not be difficult for you.”
At her direction, I sit on the edge of the altar. A flicker of movement catches
my eye, and I turn to see a little girl lighting the candles clustered around
the altar with a long wick. She avoids my gaze, finishing her task before
vanishing into a doorway at the edge of the room.
The priestess waits until she has my attention once more. In a single fluid
motion she disrobes, the pure silk flowing down to pool around her feet.
Beneath she is naked, her pale and unmarked skin singing to be looked upon. She
steps toward me, and deftly slips up into my lap.
Legs spread apart, she rocks herself against my shaft, her hands on my chest
once more. I suppress my moan at her contact, instead placing a hand on her
back to hold her closer.
“Minos,” she says, and the word is an epithet on her lips. “This will not be
all that is required of you.”
“I will do it, whatever it is.”
“I know, Minos, I know. I will need you to give me a year of your life. I will
send the gift to Fahkith, and it will please him.”
“So be it.”
“Lie down then.”
The light from above rings around her, illuminates her immaculate skin. She
rocks against me once again, her sex sliding against my length. The shudder in
my groin is involuntary, but she sighs in ecstasy. “Yes, Minos, give in. I need
you to give me everything.” Stroke. “Give me a year, and your seed, and I shall
give you Lia.” Stroke. “Worship me with your body Minos, and I shall be your
messenger.” Stroke.
She kisses down my sternum and over my stomach, and I feel her rest her opening
against the head of my cock. She is cool against my heat, and something is
radiating from her, something heady and intoxicating, something radiant, like
the sun of a winter morning. I nearly keen with the need of her, desperate for
her to encompass me, to hold me within her. I have not felt like this before,
so utterly convinced that the world will not be alright if I do not take a
woman.
“There, Minos, there,” she whispers, and then she pushes downward.
She cries out with me, as the coolness envelops me and my entire body
supernovas, every last nerve of me ending within her tightness, the blinding
light of her. She rocks against me, her back arching until she is upright. I
strain my head forward to look at her, my gaze pouring over the roundness of
her breasts, the slim delicate curve of her waist, the sharp dignity of her
shoulders. I shudder into her, my hands moving to rest gently at her hips. “Yes
Minos,” she pants, breathless. “Just like that.”
I worship her just as she asked, desperate as she crashes against me, over and
over and over, the cool liquid serenity of her entering me, pulled down the
length of my shaft within my bloodstream, entering my veins to circulate within
me. She is everywhere, holding me tightly, and the security that cradles me is
my mother holding me to her breast, strong and protective and unquestionable.
“Kitaphe,” she gasps out, gyrating her hips in an intoxicating circle. “My name
is Kitaphe. Call me Kita. Let me hear you, Minos.” I let my head fall
backwards, the moan finally breaking from me in some semblance of her name.
“Yes,” she replies, thrusting faster now.
I watch as her head falls back, as if she has been knocked unconscious. The
fluid motion of her hips continues, but I can tell she is not entirely with me
any longer. Her lips parted, eyes glazed over, she stares into the void. Her
grip around me tightens impossibly, and I can feel something moving within her,
something sensuously writhing against my head.
Things begin to fade at their edges. I can feel my world narrowing toward the
altar, telescoping backwards until the only thing left is Kita, and her wintry
air in my blood and her painful tightness, her lips parted with her exertion
and her hair clinging to her shoulders. And then everything that’s left goes
white.
 
I dream of nothingness, a nothingness that envelops me protectively, holds me
together and safe. There is the humming of nothingness, a deep, oceanic
rumbling that shakes the matter of my body back into place. I am surrounded
entirely by the nothing, and it is everywhere, in my mouth and my lungs and
against my eyes. It feels like I have been lost, stumbling around in the
everything, and finally the nothing has found me and brought me home to its
womb, to rest and prepare to go back again.
 
Kita is there, her hands smoothing over my chest, rubbing sweetwater into my
fur. “Shhh,” she whispers, working down over my body. “Sleep now. Your part is
done.”
I shift restlessly. “Lia…”
“Lia is okay now. She should be waking soon. But you need to sleep.” She leans
down to kiss my shoulder. I am under before she pulls away.
***** Chapter 52 *****
52.
The first thing I am conscious of is how damp I feel. And then the realization
that there is something big and heavy around me, and that it is breathing. I
shift, suddenly uncomfortable.
The breathing blanket lurches. “Lia,” it says. I look up to discover that Theus
that holds me, lying on the ground behind me, his large frame curled in and
around my body. His eyes are pained and red.
“Theus?” My voice is cracked with dehydration and disuse. “What—” It stops
working spontaneously before I can say any more. My mouth feels like it is full
of dust, my tongue heavy.
“Shh, it’s okay little one.” He leans down over me. I open my mouth wide for
him as he lets his salvia fall into it. I lap it up, grateful for his
attentiveness. In the same manner, he provides me with several mouthfuls of
water, before he says it is enough for now.
Others begin to gather around us. Theus warns them that I am still weak. Saegr
kneels beside us, cradling something in his cupped hands. “It is good to see
you awake again, sweet one.” He smiles down at me. “I found some kaemi berries
outside. Are you hungry?”
I gasp with delight, and the intake of air makes my head spin. Theus helps me
sit up and lean against him. The pressure of his heavy cock against my back is
comforting, although I feel guilty for not being able to service him just now.
I tell him so later, as we once again lie on the cave floor. I am cradled in
his arms as he pets me, his fingers stroking over my cheek and my shoulder,
down to my waist and hips. His movements are rhythmic, and they lead me to the
edge of sleep once more.
“No no, baby,” he reassures me. “You need to rest now. We were all so scared,
we thought we were going to lose you. You were so pale…”
“It’s okay, I’m fine now.” I snuggle into his side.
“I’m so glad.” He rests his nose against mine briefly. “I think Minos saved
you. He must have. You were fading so fast, barely breathing...and then all at
once it was like you were alive again. The color came back to your skin, and
you heaved a breath like you’d been underwater.” His arms tighten around me
fractionally. “But you’re safe now. That’s what matters.”
“I don’t really remember anything,” I sigh sleepily. “I remember Minos being
here, all around me, when everything was hot. And then he was gone, and I felt
so empty. And then…”
“Yes?”
I struggle to remember, the immediacy of my fever dreams lost behind me. “I
think there was someone with me. Big and white, and she held me to her breast
so I could have her milk. And she wrapped her wings around me—I think she had
wings, huge, with lots of feathers.”
Theus is silent for a while, and I am almost gone before he whispers, “The
Great One watches over you, little kit. She knows we couldn’t bear to lose
you.”
***** Chapter 53 *****
53.
There is a meadow outside the cave, and the way sunlight shatters through the
tall grass makes me want to stay here forever.
The bulls took good care of me in the few days after the fever. They helped me
gain my strength back, fisting their cocks until they could feed me their seed,
which I always licked up gratefully. They held me and told me stories and
carried me out into the sunlight to sit in the meadow. Gradually I grew
stronger, and now, running barefoot across the warm earth, I laugh and laugh as
Eros tries to catch me. I am too quick for him, small enough to dart between
his legs, leaping up as I run by to plant kisses on the underside of his shaft.
He growls playfully as he runs after me. “When I catch you, I’m going to tear
that little pussy apart!”
“Not if you can’t catch me first!” Eros is faster than I am, but I am more
agile, and I zig-zag around wildly until he is unstable on his feet.
With the bull on my heels, I run towards the morning sunlight, hoping to blind
him. Backlit before me, a hulking shape comes striding over the horizon. The
gait of the shape is familiar in a way that has my heart racing.
I pick up my speed, bounding across the meadow, and straight into Minos’ arms.
He laughs and lifts me high into the air, spinning around. Then he lowers me to
his chest to bury his face in my hair, and I breathe in the scent of him, deep
and commanding and comforting. I can feel the wetness beginning between my
thighs.
“Lia.”
“Hi Minos. I missed you.”
“I missed my girl, too.” He pulls back to look at me.
I sigh. “Minos, please don’t tell me like everyone else that you were so
scared, or talk about how fragile I looked, or tell me how I almost died. I
know all that.”
He smiles. “Okay, I won’t. What would you like me to tell you then?”
I bite my lip and look up at him, hoping I won’t get in trouble. “I want you to
tell me to be a good girl and to spread my wet little pussy for your hard
cock.”
“Well,” he says, his eyes flicking downward. “I suggest you do that then.”
***** Chapter 54 *****
Chapter Notes
     TAKE NOTE: This chapter contains beastiality! The actual kind! If
     you're not into that, don't be afraid to skip it. There's no major
     plot here, I promise. Just porn-driven rambling.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
54.
The leisurely afternoon breeze makes the leaves of the canopy whisper furtively
as we break into the clearing. The atmosphere shifts from pleasant to tense as
my herd takes note of the bulls already settled here for the night, reclining
amongst the large tree roots and clumps of lavender. A gaze flows between Minos
and the other alpha male, and seemingly satisfied, Minos proclaims that we will
be making some new friends this evening.
While the herds mingle, I am introduced to Lear, the other herd's alpha. Broad
of shoulder and dark of fur, his pleasantly deep voice roils over me.
"Hello little slut," he smiles at me tenderly.
"You may use her as you wish this evening." Minos steps closer, letting me feel
the reassuring heat of his cock pour over my shoulder.
"Would you like to milk my hard dick, sweet girl?" Lear reaches an inviting
hand out to me, palm turned upward. I move forward, shyly at first, dipping my
head to lick at his fingertips. "Ah, there's that pretty little tongue of
yours."
Without warning, something large bounds into my peripheral vision. My head
snaps up to take in a large dog, majestically pelted in grey and white. His
ears stand proudly above his head, and the muscles ripple visibly beneath his
fur. Between his hind legs, his cock is erect and dripping.
"Hello Mathus. Lia, this is Mathus, our herd’s companion. He helps us hunt and
keep watch at night. In turn, we feed him and find him women to bury his cock
in. I think your smell drew him over." Lear scratches the dog indulgently
behind the ears. "Yeah? Can you smell that wet little pussy of hers?"
Mathus growls gently, jerking his head once. "Ah," Lear laughs. "Looks like our
boy here is in need of a piss. Would you let him take a piss inside of you,
Lia? That particular thing is a favorite of his. He just loves claiming his
territory. Of course, I'll fuck you afterward, just so he knows who his master
is." Mathus' eyes study me intently, the hunger in them evident.
"Whatever pleases you, Sir." I bow my head obediently. Unconsciously, my gaze
slips furtively back to the dog's readied member.
Turning in profile to Lear, I kneel down and stretch forward, prostrating
myself. The minotaur waits until I am ready before giving Mathus his leave. "Go
on!" He says, and the dog bounds forward once more.
The fur that surrounds me is warm and softer than any I've felt before. In one
fluid movement, Mathus finds my pussy, eagerly sliding his length in. I moan as
I am stretched. Two steady paws are grounded on either side of my shoulders,
and I can feel the convection of breath on my neck. The sense of safety is
overwhelming.
Mathus begins to piss, the stream from his cock strong and steady. I feel as
the hot liquid fills me, and it is only a heartbeat before it is spilling out
around his shaft, soaking my thighs and the ground below. Lear sighs, and I
look to find his eyes fixed on me, cock in hand. "Good girl," he croons at me.
"Such a well behaved whore. Do you like knowing that you're just a hole for my
dog to piss in?"
"Yes Sir," I pant, as the stream of piss catches me just there, oh...
"Fuck. Does that make you want to come? Feeling my dog's piss claim you? Go
ahead sweet one, come for me. Let Mathus feel that little pussy come."
I obey instantly, my body tensing as I cry out. Mathus grunts softly as I
squeeze around him, the liquid flowing from me to mingle with the last few
drops of his piss.
Mathus diligently stays put as I ride out my orgasm on his cock. Afterwards, he
pulls out of me and, stepping backward, lowers his head to lick me clean. I
shudder deliciously at the sensation of his tongue rasping at my swollen flesh.
Mathus settles down to watch as I crawl into his master's lap. I ride him as he
praises me, and it isn't long before he is filling me with his thick seed.
I sleep that night between dog and minotaur, rigid cocks pressed to my hips on
either side. Mathus takes me in the morning as I suck Lear dry, before I am
passed back to my herd. As Minos is taking his morning piss down my throat he
wonders out loud if he shouldn't perhaps find himself a dog as well.
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah. I wrote that. I feel kind of guilty, I admit it. But it was
     also kind of fun...
***** Chapter 55 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a gift for arachnidsGrip! Sorry it took me so long to
     write! Dragons are hard... ahaha
55.
Minos tells me he has a special treat for me. On his way back to us after
seeing the priestess, he said he discovered something worth seeing. He refuses
to tell me, or any of the herd, what that something might be.
So, blindly, we follow him southward once more. The bulls are tense, not
enjoying the mystery behind our travelling. But in the evenings, after I am
covered in his come, he whispers to me that we are all very lucky to be going
where we are.
 
Swimming out of the darkness comes a hulking shape. As my eyes adjust to the
dark, I begin to make out details, until I realize what is before us.
Covered with a thousand scales, the body of the creature sends what little
light there is scattering about the walls of the cavern, refracting and
reflecting in intricate patterns as it breathes. Massive wings sprout from the
creature’s back, long sinewy curves of transparent film, webbed with veins and
tendons. A long, curving neck arcs magnificently from its body, to end in a
head crowned with a gilded crest. I can’t tell what color the creature is—one
moment it appears to be green, but the next instant the light shifts just a
little, and it is a deep, burning red, and then a dusky blue-grey to rival the
night sky.
The dragon reclines on its side, one wing arching protectively upward. The
beast’s massive cock emerges from its body at the base of its abdomen—the only
part of its body covered not in scales, but in eerily iridescent skin.
Straddling the huge erect member is a girl, naked but for the flaxen hair that
flows across her shoulders. The shaft of the creature is nearly as large as she
is, and its length lies against her body like a lover.
Beneath and all around them is the dragon’s hoard. Metals of a thousand hues
like a coarse-grained sand rise in dunes that cover the floor of the cavern.
Coins and cups and crowns and armor, each brilliant, dulled into normality by
the sheer volume of opulence. Here and there, gemstones catch the sparse light,
glittering alluringly.
He has heard us coming. His body curls tighter around the girl as we approach,
his piercing gold eyes fixated on us. As I watch, his cock pulses once, rocking
her awake. She hums contentedly, stretching. Keeping his eyes fixed on us, his
voice roils forth, the echo of an earthquake bound in velvet. “We have
visitors, little one.”
The girl’s head whips around and her eyes meet mine. A sudden, immediate
understanding flows between us—from one plaything to another. She smiles.
Minos, whose arms I am perched in, passes me to Rigel. Our alpha bows his head,
fisting a hand against his chest. “Greetings, great beast. I am Minos, and this
is my herd.”
“Hello Minos.” The dragon pulls its wing back against its body. The motion is
gentle, but it stirs a breeze nonetheless. “I have not seen your kind for many
turns. How fare the minotaurs of the northern forest?”
“We are well. The humans continue to fear us, as it should be.”
The dragon hums a laugh, a vibration I can feel in my temples. “Good.” A pause,
and then, “May I ask why you have come?”
“I was asked by your servant’s sister to ensure that she is well.” I see the
girl on the dragon’s cock stir. Her eyes lock onto Minos.
“Kita,” whispers the girl, the sound carried to us by the echoing cavern. Her
master moves his enormous head to look down at her.
“Yes, Kita.” Minos continues. “She says to give you all of her love.”
The girl nods. This time when she speaks her voice is louder. “Thank you, Minos
of the Northern Forest.”
“I see you have your own slave, Minos. I feel they are becoming quite prevalent
these days, wouldn’t you agree?” The dragon turns his gaze on me. The
brilliance of his eyes is nearly unbearable, and yet I somehow find myself
staring, letting their heat spear through me.
“Indeed,” says Minos. “This is Lia. She serves us well.”
“Then may I introduce my Elara. The maiden who outshines the eastern sun.” He
scoffs then, a wisp of smoke rising from his nostrils. “Well, once a maiden. I
don’t often keep the sacrifices the villages bring to me, but how could I not
spare her? She is so lovely, and my cock craves her still.”
“Ah. I have heard tell of you, Mighty One,” says Minos. “You are Goreth. Burner
of fleets, unmaker of maidens, enslaver of daemons, the terror of men.”
“Yes.”
“It is an honor to the source of so much destruction.” I can hear the smile in
Minos’ voice.
“Thank you. It heartens me that you share in my hatred of the humans. Their men
are weak and cruel, but at least their seed brings us beautiful and useful
things.” I see his cock pulse once more, and the girl opens her mouth in
ecstasy, pressing herself closer to it. “You have journeyed far, Minos. You are
welcome to rest here for the night.”
Minos dips his head once more. “You are most benevolent.”
 
As the herd settles down amongst a pile of delicately softened leathers, Minos
carries me over to Goreth. “He wants you to meet Elara,” he whispers into my
hair. “Perhaps he will let you two play.”
I feel ever smaller as we approach the hulking beast. I crane my head back to
see the dragon’s eyes following us, their depths alive with fire. Minos comes
to a stop before him, and Goreth brings his head close to us. The heat of the
sun washes over my skin as he breathes out, one side of his mouth lifting in a
near-smile. “Hello darling Lia,” he greets me. “You must be a very gifted slave
girl, to have kept the attention of your masters.”
“She is indeed,” Minos teases one of my nipples between huge fingers. “And you
may consider her your toy for the evening as well. Provided she is returned in
once piece.” The brief laughter shared between minotaur and dragon keep me from
being overly afraid of the comment, but I prick my ears up nevertheless. I
realize I must behave perfectly for him, or I could end up being his next
snack. “Why don’t you come over to my cock little Lia? I think it will keep you
more than happy.” Goreth arches one wing back and up, revealing his massive
member and its attendant once more.
Minos walks with me over to where Elara lays stretched on the rigid length. She
sits up as I approach, one leg to either side of the cock. Up close, she is
heartbreakingly beautiful. She smiles at me luminously, dipping her head in
greeting. “Well met, noble Minos. And sweet Lia, how lovely you are. May I?”
She holds out her arms to accept me, and Minos hands me over.
With Elara’s help, I too settle on the dragon’s cock. The skin between my legs
is silky smooth, pulsing gently with a thousand blood vessels. As soon as I
make contact, I can hear the contented hum emanating from the beast.
“You seem to be in good hands, my little one. Call out if you need me.” With
that, Minos turns to walk back to the herd.
All at once, a shape comes rushing up in my vision, and I turn with a start to
see the dragon’s head above us, watching intently. “Such a pretty thing, isn’t
she Elara?” She hums an agreement, one of her hands moving to cup my breast. I
gasp in pleasure as her thumb skims over my nipple, the sensation electric.
“And ready it would seem. I can feel that warm little pussy, Lia.” I mewl,
rocking my hips against the flesh below me. Goreth makes a deep groaning sound,
like an earthquake unfolding.
Elara slips her other hand between my legs to begin massaging at my clit, and I
roll against her, wetness seeping from me. I reach for her, but before my
fingers can touch her I am being pulled forward along the dragon’s shaft. Elara
drapes my legs over her hips, until our pussies are nearly touching.
“You are warm,” she whispers as she ducks to lick along my shoulder. I moan, my
head falling back.
“Show some deference for that beautiful pussy of mine Lia,” Goreth rumbles.
I understand. My release is immediate, and the piss jets from between my legs
to soak Elara. She cries out in a way that I know means I caught her just in
the right spot, and she grinds against me. “Good girl,” Goreth praises. “I love
feeling that warm piss on my cock.”
Together, Elara and I slide along the dragon’s shaft, our mouths interlocking
over and over feverishly, our fingers straying to each other’s breasts,
squeezing, pulling, massaging. Goreth stays mostly quiet, aside from the deep
rumbling within him, slowly becoming louder. I can feel the blood surging
beneath his skin.
It is nearly an hour before Goreth is satisfied. Elara and I are slicked with
sweat and our own come, both of us panting as we rub ourselves against her
master’s cock. “There,” Elara moans, and before I can ask what she means, I can
feel the thrum beneath me, and then the dragon is coming with a teeth-rattling
growl, gallons of white seed spilling from his head.
Elara dismounts and walks around to the tip of the cock, placing a hand on
either side of the head. She leans in to press a kiss above the opening, before
running her tongue around the hole to lick it clean. I look up to see the
dragon watching her with warmly approving eyes. “Good girl, little slave,” he
murmurs.
 
As I am drifting off in Minos’ arms, full of his come and content, something
occurs to me.
“Minos?”
“Yes Lia?”
“Does Goreth actually ever get to...you know...be inside anyone? His cock is so
huge that I’m not sure how…”
“Yes, little one. He does regularly. Goreth the Unmaker is quite well known for
fucking his female meals to death before he eats them. It is a miracle really
that Elara is still alive. But then again, you have survived us. Both of you
are too valuable alive and warm to be wasted.” Minos shifts on the soft
leather, and I can hear the faint chime of a few coins spilling down the piles
around us.
“Does he still do that, now that he has Elara?”
“Of course he does, my love. After all, he has to eat. Of course, he doesn’t
subsist on humans alone. He would decimate whole villages in weeks. No, he eats
animals to, but when he chooses women he will take them first. Elara knows, but
I suspect she doesn’t mind, considering she’s alive. And you can tell, they
share the same bond you and I feel. She may be a slave, but he is obviously
attached to her. And she to him.”
I am quiet, processing his words. I’m afraid to ask him the thing that surfaces
in my mind, but it burns at the back of my throat until I open my mouth to say:
“Minos, will you always want me around?”
When he is silent, I look up to meet his gaze. The depth of his eyes reflect
the dim light of the cavern, and I can see the tumult of emotion there. I
recognize his startling ferocity, a warm pride, and a sadness, leagues below
the surface. “Lia,” he murmurs, stroking my hair with his massive hand.
“Without you my world would be a fraction of what it is now. I never intended
to become so involved with you. When first I saw you, you sparked my hunger,
certainly, but it took only a little while longer for my need of you to
develop. Were I suddenly be unable to take you, I would still be inconsolable
without you in my arms at night. Even when you don’t sleep with me, I can feel
your presence in the camp. I assure you, any of these bulls would tell you the
same. We love you, Lia. Immensely. I hope you know that, as much as you are our
slave, you are Lia to us first.”
I bury my head in his chest to hide the tears that spring unbidden to my eyes.
I feel completely overwhelmed. I knew that Minos loved me, but I did not
understand to what extent. And now I do.
***** Chapter 56 *****
56.
Come morning, we thank Goreth gratefully, tear our eyes from beautiful Elara,
and make our way out of the cavern to meet the first light of morning. The
radiance of the sunrise is blinding after the darkness of the cavern, and I
hide my face in Taur’s chest.
At the front of the herd, Minos breathes in deeply, savoring the dawn air.
“Alright then,” he turns to address us. “Let’s go home. We’re a bit too far
south for my tastes. The last thing we need is to run into another herd when
we’re on their hunting grounds.”
Together, the herd picks its way down the jagged mountainside, each footfall
sending chips of rock skittering downward. I am carried safe in Taur’s arms, my
eyes gradually becoming accustomed to the golden-pinkness of the morning.
 
Mid-afternoon finds us back in the forest, although it is as yet still
unfamiliar. The green seems wrong here, and the undergrowth is much thicker. I
am riding Saegr, his thick cock surging between my legs with his stride. We are
near the front of the herd, so we are among the first to arrive at the ledge.
Below us, the forest floor drops away sharply into a wide grotto, the moss-
covered rock that surrounds it hidden in shadow by the canopy that arches
above. There is a path curving around the outside of the circle that leads down
to the water. The surface of the wide pool is dark and still, gradiently
lighter toward the center where the branches stretch to meet each other high
above.
The herd looks to Minos, and he nods. “I’m sure I am not the only one that
could use a bath.”
He leads the herd down the mossy curvature of rock, Saegr pausing a moment
before he follows. He unbinds me and plants his legs wide, taking me in both
hands. He rams into me a handful of times before he spills himself between my
legs. When he is finished, we too descend to the water’s edge.
The atmosphere is light as the bulls begin to wade into the water, washing the
dirt from their pelts. Muted sunlight makes the natural well glow verdantly. I
splash in the shallows, the cool water welcome on my skin.
Farther out, I see Dionysus is thigh-deep, one hand on his hip and the other on
his cock, his head tilted back as he takes a long piss into the water. Just
where the stream meets the surface, I think I see something shimmer
momentarily, but before I can be certain, it is gone. Satisfied, Dionysus
begins washing himself, his soaked fur growing darker.
A heartbeat later, she appears.
The crown of her head breaks the surface just before him, and as she rises her
features become clear—her face is sharp and strikingly beautiful, in an
ethereal sort of way. Her long, dark tresses cling to her shoulders, and her
large, cerulean eyes are bright and clear. Dionysus is frozen, fixated on her.
I see her lips move as she speaks to him, but her mouth holds onto each sound
longer than normal. It is then I realize she is singing, softly at first, but
growing louder, the lilt travelling across the water. Her voice is
intoxicating, nearly tangible, the words not quite discernible. I can feel the
texture of her song on my skin, silky and warm, enfolding me in the harmony. It
calls to mind the sound of Minos whispering my name, the taste of Theus’ seed,
the feeling of Bacchus sliding inside of me just as I am waking up.
I snap out of my reverie in time to see her hand emerge from the water,
wrapping securely around his cock. At the same time that she begins to pull him
forward, I hear other voices join hers, and in tandem, one and then two and
then four more women break the surface of the pool, sending rippling circles
outward. Soon there are more than a dozen, each joining her voice to the first,
their eyes trained on the bulls. Silently and slowly, the minotaurs turn toward
the music, edging deeper into the water. The bulls sitting on shore rise and
walk toward the pool, until the entire herd is making its way into deep water.
I know, considering the size of the grotto and the blackness of the water, how
deep it must be towards the center. I panic as I realize that the women are not
going to stop singing, and that the bulls will eventually down.
“Stop!” My voice echoes out over the water, jarring the melodic air. One of the
women snaps her head in my direction, and plunges under the water. A silvery
streak jets toward me below the surface, and I run toward land, scrambling out
of the pool. Safe on the moss, I turn back to see her on the water’s edge, her
arms supporting her weight. In the shallows, I can see her whole body, the pale
luminescence of her skin, the narrow waist that widens into full hips, armored
in silvery-blue scales. Her tail ends in a wide flukes, paper thin and and as
sheer as gossamer. Her full breasts are tipped in rose, in a shade to match her
lips. Her emerald eyes are accusing.
“Do not interfere,” she warns me velvetly. “We have no interest in you, but we
will drown you, too if the need requires.”
“But why do you want them?!” I cry, “You don’t have to eat them! My bulls are
great hunters, we can fell you a deer or whatever it is you want, just leave us
alone!”
She laughs at that. “Silly girl. We are not going to eat them. We are going to
lay them. This is how the sirens court. We lure men to our depths with our
song, and then we can join with them. Otherwise, they run from us in fear.”
“No!” I am frantic, desperate to convince her before it is too late. I search
quickly for Minos and find him, being led by a mocha-skinned beauty with one
hand wrapped around his member, leading him slowly deeper and deeper. Her wet
halo of curls frames her elegant features, her eyes trained on him intensely.
“No you don’t have to convince them! I promise, my herd would be happy to join
with you. All you have to do is ask, please, I promise.”
The siren regards me skeptically, her tail swishing back and forth under the
surface. As if summoned, another of her kind swims up to join her, her scales
an iridescent purple. “What’s going on Rhyenth? Don’t you want a minotaur?
There are plenty it would seem.”
The first siren turns toward her. “Have you ever met a minotaur before Kiet?”
“No, never.”
“Me neither. I think this little thing here is their pet. She seems convinced
that we don’t have to drown these bulls to take their cocks. But I’m not
entirely sure I believe her.”
“Really? Wow, can you imagine how incredible that would be? Living, breathing
males to couple with.”
“I know. I wonder if maybe we should try speaking with them as she suggests. It
might be worth it. Besides, if they don’t agree, we can always sing them under
anyway. As long as they’re within earshot, they can’t escape.” She turns back
to face me. “Alright, then foxgirl. We shall see if your theory is correct. If
it’s not, you get to come see what it’s like at the bottom, too.”
Before I can reply, she swims quickly away. Resurfacing several yards away, she
rises out of the water to her ribs, spreading her arms wide. “Sisters!” she
calls. The other sirens look to her, their song cut short. “The herd’s pet
assures me these minotaurs will lie with us while still alive. Shall we see if
she is correct?” A shout goes up from the women, lyrical nonetheless. The bulls
shake their heads in confusion as the song’s spell begins to dissipate.
Dionysus, neck deep in the water, stumbles backwards, the siren holding onto
his cock losing her grip. Minos thrusts his hand into his captor’s hair,
pulling her head backward. She smiles up at him suggestively, biting her bottom
lip. “Minos!” I call to him across the water, and his head snaps up at the
sound of my voice. He shoves the girl away from him by her hair, pushing her in
my direction. “Bring her to me. Now.”
When she pops up from the water beside me, I take a breath and wade into the
shallows. She holds out her arms for me as I step closer, sitting me on her
hip. “Hello, sweet girl,” she greets me. Her skin is incredibly soft, the water
beading on her arms and breasts in a pattern that is almost random. She looks
down at me affectionately as she swims back to Minos, the reflection from the
water’s surface playing in her dark eyes.
“Your little one is quite pretty,” she says as she hands me off, the alpha’s
strong arms lifting me away. I bury my face in Minos’ neck. With the hand that
is not supporting me, he once more takes hold of the siren’s mass of black
ringlets. Nonchalantly, he pulls her toward his cock. “Open,” he commands her,
and she obeys. He forces himself into her mouth, and she begins diligently
sucking at his head.
Following suit, the other bulls begin to make use of the sirens closest to
them. The women seem only too willing, and several more of them surface to join
in. Minos and I watch intently as Erebus lifts one of the sirens out of the
water, listening to her instructions as he slides his cock into a forward-
facing slit in her scales, approximately where her thighs would meet did she
have them. She throws her head back and moans, the perfectly tuned sound
roiling in my ears. Erebus growls in response, jackknifing into her.
Minos is soon lifting his siren out of the water as well, correctly guessing at
her opening and prompting a scream of pleasure from her when he slides home in
one stroke. I am cradled between their chests as he fucks her roughly, and she
keeps her heavy-lidded eyes trained on me, her lips parted as she moans
breathily. I can feel myself growing wet, and I unconsciously bite my lower
lip.
“May I touch her?” she gasps at Minos, who nods in response. She leans close to
me, Minos’ movement jolting her. Looking down at me tenderly, she grazes my
breast with her lips. I mewl, pivoting to face her. She grabs one of my ankles
and swivels it over her head. Her mouth finds my warmth instantly, and I feel
her tongue edging my clitoris, flicking delicately across the inside of my
thigh. It is torturously amazing.
 
Before Minos is finished, there are no fewer than five sirens gathered around
him—three mouthing at his erect member, a fourth kissing along his hip and a
fifth intent on me, a coppery haired, coral-scaled beauty who is massaging
between my legs with skillfully relentless fingers, laughing delightedly when I
pour over her hand. Several of the other bulls are already exhausted by the
sirens’ ministrations, lying on shore half in and half out of the water, the
women resting their heads on the minotaurs’ chests. Minos, too eventually
tires, waving the women away. They don’t leave him without a fight, until
finally one of them looks up at him hopefully, a smile touching her lips.
“Can we at least play with her?” She nods at me, and several of the other
sirens add their voices to the query. He considers a moment, looking at me. I
nod—I will do whatever he wants me to.
Minos kisses me on the forehead before handing me down to her. “It is in your
best interest to treat her well,” Minos warns them as the rest of the sirens
swim over to join us. As he walks back to shore, they gather around me, dozens
of hands stroking my hair, thumbing my nipples, parting my lips. I close my
eyes and relax into them, letting them have their way. Something laps gently at
my skin as I begin to become unable to differentiate the sirens’ mouths and the
water below. I let the sensation carry me away, the pressure already building
between my thighs.
***** Chapter 57 *****
57.
“Come here, Lia.”
The voice is Raem’s, and I make my way around the fire pit to kneel in front of
him. He beckons me closer, his cock in one hand. I open my mouth obediently to
let him place his head on my tongue, opening my throat as he begins urinating.
My eyes locked on his face, I can see the protectiveness there, and his thumb
skims across my cheek as the last of his piss flows warmly down my throat.
When he is finished, he turns me around and presses me to the ground, the grass
of the meadow cool on my skin. I am silent as he fucks me—I know he prefers it
that way. He leans over me, his mouth hovering close to my ear. “There’s a good
slut,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. Do you like knowing that you are
just a set of holes for me to fuck?”
“Yes Sir,” I choke out, trying to keep my voice even.
“Good girl. Now be still for me, just like that.” He pounds into me, his thick
shaft stretching me, his strong fingers digging into my thighs.
 
By the time Raem is done with me, most of the other bulls are asleep. We settle
down for the night, he on his back and me settled comfortably on top of him,
his seed dripping from my pussy onto his softening cock. He strokes my back
tenderly, humming deep in his chest.
The darkness makes me bold. I look up at him, resting my chin on my hand
against his chest. He meets my gaze.
“What happened to you, Raem? How did you become part of Minos’ herd?”
He sighs—an almost violent exhalation. I fear I may have made a mistake, but
after a moment he responds.
“I don’t remember. Not entirely anyway.” He sighs again, and he sounds weary,
as if exhausted trying to call forth the memory. “I was the smallest in my
birth cycle. My mother did everything she could—I remember her stroking my cock
night and day, praying that I would grow strong. The other calves took great
pleasure in asserting their dominance over me, and I had no way to fight
back—they were so much stronger than I was. I figured I would be the omega,
that much was clear, but even Yarek seemed more suited to that position, and he
took to pissing on me every morning to wake me up.
“Except the morning they left. One morning I opened my eyes, surprised not to
find Yarek standing over me, shaking the last drops from his cock, and I could
feel the silence of the clearing. The bulls had come early to collect the
calves, and I was left behind. I knew it was intentional. I could tell the
females wanted to invite me north with them, but that is not the way of things.
I said goodbye to my mother, and walked out of the mating grounds. I was
terrified. I couldn’t even keep pace with my own kind, so I couldn’t imaging
fending for myself against everything else lurking out in the wilds… In any
case, it was a few days before I came across anyone, really. I was so inept—I
had never been good at hunting, and was feeding off what I could scavenge.
Berries, acorns, half finished kills from others before me. It was shameful,
the way I was living.
“And then, as if the Mother had been saving all my luck for one moment, I
stumbled across a maiden. She was lost, and scared, and so beautiful, only just
flowered. I reassured her, promised her I would help her back to her village.
It was getting dark though, so I told her we had best start the search in the
morning. She conceded, and we found a glen to settle in for the night.
“Of course, as soon as she felt she was safe, I took her. I held her down as I
slid inside of her, and found her wet and ready… She screamed, and cried for
help, but everything about her felt so right, and perfect—like I’d found the
piece of myself I’d been missing. I fucked her again and again, and finally she
gave up, just laid there while I took her pussy first, and then her ass. I made
her mine.
“I fell asleep after that with her in my arms. I wasn’t worried about it. She
had been adequately subdued, and even if she had run away, I had gotten what I
wanted.”
Raem grew silent for a moment, and I twitched my ears questioningly.
“I woke up when the cold metal touched my spine. They were all around me, men,
larger than I was, one of them pressing the pitchfork into my back. I could
feel where I was beginning to bleed from the pressure of the tines. And one of
them, the beard hiding the lower half of his face, had the girl by the hair.
She was still in my arms, naked and terrified. I saw her looking up at him with
the strangest expression… And then he leaned close to whisper to me. I will
always remember his words.” Raem closed his eyes, the corners of them
tightening. “He said, ‘I hate you. I hate you, and all of your kind for what
you do. You take perfectly good women, and you ruin them. My daughter will
never be whole again.’
“Before I could think, he was drawing the knife across her throat. All of her
blood… it was as warm and wet as she had been, and I couldn’t take it. I ran,
and they chased me for a long time, but they were only human after all. Not
creatures suited to the forest. I don’t remember anything after that. I don’t
know how long I wandered until Minos and the herd found me. I got really good
at suppressing the memory, until I could almost forget. But every time I
entered a woman and she screamed, it would all come flooding back, and I
couldn’t do it anymore. Not until you.” He smiles at me, weaving a hand into my
hair. “You showed up, and all you wanted so desperately was to please us. You
took my cock and moaned and sighed and begged for more. You healed me, Lia. And
I will never forget that.
“It took me a long time to realize that it was not my fault that the girl was
killed. Her father was too cold-hearted to even try to face his daughter after
I had touched her. And I can’t pretend to be anything other than what I am. I
am a minotaur, and this comes with the territory. Just as being human may mean
spilling the blood of your own offspring. But that is not a life I want.”
“I’m glad that Minos took you in,” I whisper, hesitant to break the nervous
silence.
“He has been very kind to me. He has spent many nights awake with me, retelling
the stories I was never told, putting my mind at ease about our way of life. He
has stood beside me as I took many a virgin. I owe him my life.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
Raem looked at me curiously. “Not really,” he pointed out. “You would probably
still be alive, somewhere up in the canopy being rocked to sleep by the wind in
the tree branches.”
“That is not a life I want.” I smiled at him. “And it is no life compared to
this one. Here, I have purpose. I am wanted.” I sighed contentedly, curling up
on his chest. “And besides, I prefer your breathing to the wind.”
***** Chapter 58 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
58.
From around the bend in the trail ahead of us emerge two humans, one male and
one female, laughing lightly as they walk hand-in-hand through the fading glow
of pre-dusk. The woman’s wavy copper hair is well-accented by the intense green
of her eyes, specked through with shatterings of gold. The man is taller and
lanky, dark hair falling attractively around his temples. His eyes are more
difficult to discern—a dangerously dark color, blue verging on black.
Nevertheless, they are full of light as he watches her, both of them laughing,
neither speaking.
The herd jolts to a stop. Beside where I sit in Haenr’s arms, Saegr’s bow is
instantly unslung and notched, his thumb drawn to the corner of his mouth. The
couple’s heads snap up to take in the herd, twenty one massive beasts,
shoulders squared and erections heavy, blocking the path ahead of them. Minos,
at the front, turns his head to the side to address Theus. “I want the humans
bound and on their knees immediately.”
He is not exactly whispering, and the young woman evidently makes note of the
command. “Wait,” she says, stepping forward, one hand raised in a gesture of
plea. Minos turns to look at her, waiting.
“We’re not humans. I’m Emma, and this is Jamie. We’re anamagi. We’re employed
with a southern command several miles from here. Our organization has heard
stories of the human villages in the northern forests hunting and massacring
the other species here. We came to help.”
“Organization?” Theus retorts, crossing his arms menacingly.
“Yes,” Jamie’s voice is at once clear and deep. “We’re spies.”
It is Minos who responds this time. “And how is it exactly that you think you
are helping the situation here?”
“We live in the local villages, moving around every few months. We gather
information on the poachers and murderers of each place we live, watching them,
ensuring we have proof of their crimes before we…”
“Deal with the problem.” Emma supplies.
“So, you’re assassins.”
“Currently—yes.”
There is a heartbeat of tense silence. “And what evidence have we to believe
that you are not lying to save your own skins?”
I’m paying very close attention, and perhaps I blinked at the wrong time, but
one moment two humans stood in the path, and in the next, a luminously golden
leopard, flecked with markings as black as night, took a pace away from Jamie,
shoulderblades rolling luxuriously. A pile of clothes rests at Jamie’s feet.
Emma’s green eyes regard us from below the cat’s heavy brow, and she growls,
her voice issuing from the beast’s mouth. “Happy?”
Minos nods, impressed. “Very much so. And any enemy of the humans is a friend
of mine.”
“Actually,” Jamie looks down at the leopard, her tail curling around one of his
calves. “Not to intrude, but perhaps it would be best if we debriefed you on
some of the settlements you are headed towards. We don’t want you going in
blind if you don’t have to.” I laugh internally at their technical jargon, but
I see their point immediately. To put it frankly, our herd had been lucky so
far, especially considering the incident with the previous minotaur-hunter.
“We would greatly appreciate such information.” Minos inclines his head. “It is
getting late. Would you join us for dinner?”
 
Emma and Jamie sit beside Minos near the fire pit, its warm glow sparking the
red-gold threads to life in Emma’s hair. Jamie reclines on his hands as she
rests against his shoulder. I sit settled in Minos’ lap, licking the grease
diligently from his fingers. Our lengthy and stressful discussion of the
human’s activity finished with the last of the venison, conversation turns to
the couple themselves.
“So tell us, just how far south is your headquarters?”
Emma closes her eyes to bask in the warmth while Jamie answers. “We came from
Edgeborne. It’s about thirty five leagues due south of here.” I listen with
wide eyes as he describes the skyscrapers rising from the canopy of the forest,
a city full of humans, and those that could pass as such. There, strange
machines and inventions are commonplace, an entirely different life from those
lived by the humans here, who still fight with swords and arrows and hunt game
for survival. The soothing hum of Jamie’s voice is soon sending me drifting off
into sleep, cradled securely in the arms of my alpha.
 
Later, possibly hours afterward, but more likely less time than that, I am
pulled to the edge of consciousness by the sound of Minos saying my name. Even
in the haze of my sleep, I realize he isn’t addressing me, but rather speaking
to Emma and Jamie about my function in the herd.
“Oh we know,” Emma is saying. “We did extensive research on this region before
arriving. We have heard the legends of the herd slaves. Lia is a lucky girl to
belong to such a well-established group.” I can’t decide if she is trying to
flatter Minos, but I decide I don’t care. She is right.
“Would either of you be interested in her company this evening? I assure you,
her talents far surpass her age.”
“No, thank you,” replies Jamie. “You are generous to offer, but we’re quite
content on that front.”
“Suit yourself,” Minos says, his thumb stroking my shoulder. I come to a bit
more, realizing he has need of me. Emma and Jamie say their goodnights, and bid
me farewell just as Minos murmurs a greeting down at me tenderly, offering the
head of his cock.
 
After Minos is finished with me, Theus beckons me forward, but I beg to go use
the bushes first. He says of course, but that I am to stay within sight of
camp.
I walk only a few paces into the trees before I hear something. The sound comes
from just ahead of me—the unmistakable lilt of a woman’s heated moan. I pad
forward a few more steps and peek around the high-arcing roots of an oak tree.
There, in a small moss covered hollow, Emma and Jamie are entangled on the
forest floor, her head thrown back with her hair splayed out across the ground
as Jamie crouches between her thighs, his mouth and fingers intent on her. She
reaches down to card her fingers through his hair as he works over her, her
chest heaving between held breaths. He slides up her body, his fingers still
massaging her, both of them rolling sideways. He guides himself into her,
bracing his head against her shoulder, both of them crying out softly. Emma’s
shape begins to flicker as he rolls his hips, flashes of black-spotted pelt
visible as she flashes intangibly between forms, for a breath completely
consumed by her animal’s shape, Jamie clutching the vibrant pelt as he rolls
her onto her back once more, surging in and out of the leopard below him. But
all at once she is human again, her back arching beneath his ministrations, her
chest rising to meet his. He holds her to him, and, for just a moment, it seems
that the edges between their bodies begin to blur, their defined borders
overlapping one another. I shake my head to dispel the illusion, but it is
still there when I open my eyes.
I watch for a moment longer as they pant together on the moss, but I realize I
will most likely be in big trouble if I do not return to Theus promptly. I slip
away from their hollow in a path tangential to the clearing where the bulls sit
to relieve myself, still deep in thought.
 
When Theus is satiated, we settle down for the night. His fingers dip between
my legs to rub at the slickness there, bringing them to my lips and watching
appreciatively as I lick them clean, the flavor of his seed blossoming on my
tongue. The gesture reminds me of what I saw in the hollow, and I recount the
scene to Theus. He nods as he listens, as if it all made perfect sense.
“That is pretty incredible I would agree,” he responds, his fingers playing
over my abdomen, “But not altogether surprising. Anamagi are very complicated
beings. They imprint, and mate for life. The bonds the pairs form are very
strong, mostly due to the fact that their kind are telepathic. Being able to
enter another’s mind is a very intimate thing, and something that serves to
bring them very close together. Such is the reason Emma and Jamie never seem to
address each other—they think with one mind, together. It is unsurprising that
they work as partners. Who better to work with in their field than someone who
knows exactly what you are thinking?”
I am amazed by the information that Theus has to offer, and I immediately begin
my barrage of questions. He laughs indulgently, messing my ears. “Such a
curious one, little Lia. These specifics are much better answered by them, come
morning. Now be a good little slavegirl and let me fuck that pussy one more
time before you sleep. There’s a good girl, nice and quiet.”
Chapter End Notes
     It is about time that Emma and Jamie make their debut in one of my
     stories. They have their own long and complex narrative that may get
     written down someday, but more likely will never be. Suffice it to
     say, I spent a long time building their world, and I am glad that at
     least a piece of them gets to see the light of day!
***** Chapter 59 *****
59.
Emma and Jamie sit by Orion’s feet, Emma between Jamie’s legs as she lounges
back against him. He picks luminously purple berries off the spring of branch
he holds with expert fingers, alternating bites between them. They are both
very attentive as I berate them with questions about their species, barely
managing to conceal the fact that I saw them last night, embarrassed by my
intrusion.
At one point, I ask why we have yet to see Jamie’s other form. This prompts a
weary sigh from him, and I sense that I have touched on a delicate subject.
“I take the form of a hawk when I change. It is very useful in many contexts,
but not so much in others…”
Emma leans her head back, and a look passes between them. Jamie nods, almost
imperceptibly. “Yes, Jamie’s hawk is quite an asset to us as spies. However, it
has always been a bit of a drawback When anamagi couple, if they let themselves
enter into the experience fully, are prone to flicker between their forms. This
only works however, if the anamagi’s alternate forms are...compatible, so to
speak, with our human ones.”
“For example then, when Emma and I lie together, she often changes at random
into her leopard. And that works fine. My hawk however...not so much.”
“It makes it difficult for us, to some degree.”
An awkward silence hovers momentarily among the listening bulls.
“No matter.” Emma reclines her head back against Jamie’s shoulder. “I assure
you, there is no parallel worth comparing. Limitations or no.”
Orion scoffs good naturedly at that. “I am not so sure you have the right of
that, leopard girl. Come here, Lia.”
I hurry to clamber down from Eros’ lap, my arms outstretched for Orion. He
lifts me up and kisses my forehead affectionately. “I would argue there is no
parallel for a perfectly trained slut. Our little Lia has been shaped to meet
our every need. Isn’t that right, kitten?” I nod enthusiastically in reply as
he deposits me in his lap. “Be a good girl then and earn my come.” His
attention returns to Emma and Jamie as, with some difficulty, I manage to reach
high enough up on my toes to sink down onto the minotaur’s cock, burying him
inside of me.
 
We say goodbye to Emma and Jamie just after breakfast. Emma comments that they
may be late for the meeting with their next target, and that Jamie should fly
ahead to ensure he hasn’t left the place they planned to meet. Jamie agrees,
and faster than my vision can comprehend, there is a magnificent hawk perched
on Emma’s forearm. His breast is a tawny white, offset from the dark golden-
brown of his wings. Emma crouches slightly, before leaping up to throw Jamie
into the air, tendrils of her hair streaked across her face by the wind from
her partner’s wings. She then moves her lips silently in an incantation, the
result of which is the evaporation of both her clothes and Jamie’s, which
vanish from her body and the ground beside her. I can feel the eyes of the herd
on her naked body, elegantly curved and taught with muscle hidden beneath the
skin.
“Lovely meeting all of you.” She waves, and then is gone, a black and golden
shape speeding through the forest, the dappled sunlight melting her into
invisibility.
***** Chapter 60 *****
60.
“Kneel.”
I do as I am told, looking up at Moros as he stands over me. He places the tip
of his cock against my lips. “Are you thirsty, little kit?” I nod, careful to
keep my mouth against him. “Good,” he replies.
As he lets the piss flow from him, I work quickly, lapping eagerly at his head
to catch as much as I can. I sweep my tongue over the flare of his cock over
and over, the piss spilling into my mouth, down my chin and over my body,
warming my skin. I shiver as it flows between my legs.
Moros notices. “Oh, you like my piss claiming your sweet little cunt?” I whine
in response. Without warning, he cuts his piss short, one hand squeezing his
cock. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll save some for your pussy.”
Easily, he lifts me up, letting me cling to him. I make a desperate sound as he
enters me easily. Once he is settled comfortably, he slides a hand into my
hair, holding me close. “You are mine,” he whispers, beginning to piss again. I
moan as the stream jets against my sensitive flesh, catching me off-guard.
Using his hand as leverage, he pulls my head back to look at me. I pant, lips
stretched wide, eyes locked on his. He leans down to spit into my mouth, and I
swallow eagerly, thanking him.
When he is done, he pulls me close to his chest again and fucks me, quick rough
strokes that have my head spinning. He buries his nose in my hair and his voice
is a low growl as he speaks, “You are mine, Lia. Mine, and Minos’ and this
herd’s. You are a perfect little bitch, you always behave so well. And we will
always protect you, and make sure that you have everything you need. We will
always make sure this pussy is well-fucked.” His breath is hot in my ear, and I
can feel hot, wet tears at the corners of my eyes. I press my face against the
warm fur, breathing in the comforting scent of his pelt. “There’s a good girl,”
he whispers, his thrusts growing more frantic. “Take my cock.”
He rams into me once more, spilling his seed inside me. When he is finished, he
cradles me in my arms, wiping away the tears with gentle fingers.
 
It is late evening, and the herd has settled on a thick stand of birch trees to
spend the night in. The young saplings stand in a nearly perfect circle, their
branches leaning in to tangle with each other in a thick canopy. Squeezing
between the trunks, we find a circle of softly verdant grass, dotted with tufts
of lavender.
Rigel and Bacchus lay claim to me, and I settle between them for the night.
When they are satisfied and I am full of their come, I fall asleep, warm and
safe between the minotaurs.
 
When I wake, I am disoriented. Soft, bright spots of light fill my vision,
sparkling among the dark blades of grass. I blink rapidly to dispel the
illusion, but stop when one of the lights flies up a few inches in front of my
face.
The light radiates from the body of a tiny winged woman, a luminous halo
emitting from her skin. She waves hello, smiling. I smile back at her, amazed
at how perfect a miniature she is. As I look around, more of them begin to
gather around me, each glowing in varying hues of golden and pink. They settle
on my thighs and the tips of my breasts, lounging across my stomach. Their
weight on me is the barest of pressures, and wherever they land, my skin warms
slightly. A handful of them settle between my legs, licking at the bulls’ seed
as it drips from me. I stifle a moan, nervous about waking the herd. I don’t
want them to accidentally crush the…
And then a voice inside my head whispers: fairies.
***** Chapter 61 *****
61.
The next morning, I recount my night to Minos, his cock between my thighs as he
feeds me bites of starling from his fingers. I tell him how they licked the
come from my legs and my pussy, how I don’t remember ever falling asleep, the
light and warmth and the sensations of them between my legs leaking into my
dreams, without any clear boundary between wakefulness and sleep. He tells me I
am lucky—that few have ever seen them. His fingers brush against the inside of
my thighs, the skin there faintly pink.
***** Chapter 62 *****
62.
Theus follows just behind Minos as we walk through the forest, the afternoon
sunlight warming my shoulders while the minotaur’s cock surges inside me.
Without warning, Minos calls a halt, and holds up a hand for silence.
Off to the left and just ahead, the sound of a child crying echoes from between
the trees. Minos drops his hand and looks back at Theus, who shrugs. Silently,
the herd moves forward.
On a fallen tree in a stand of ferns just off the path, we find a little girl.
She is streaked with dirt, her thin dress torn in several places. Her hair is a
snarled mess of leaves and pine sap. She can’t be more than two or three. She
is crying so hard she doesn’t seem to notice our approach, and when Minos
greets her from a few paces away, she starts, gasping.
“No, it’s okay,” he assures her, sinking to one knee. “We aren’t going to hurt
you.” While Minos is talking, Theus unties me from around his waist, lowering
me to the ground. Minos turns and beckons me forward.
I move to stand beside him, and Minos places a hand on my back. “Look, this is
Lia. She is our little girl.” The girl sniffs, hesitant eyes appraising me. He
speaks to her again, softly. “What is your name?”
“Beyora.”
Her voice is so small, tongue stumbling over the syllables.
“What a pretty name,” Minos compliments her, smiling gently. “Why don’t you let
us help you, Beyora. Are you lost?” She nods, lips pulled inward. “Okay. We can
help you find your way home, if you want.”
“Please.” Entreating blue eyes are raised to Minos’ face, and my heart breaks a
little bit for this lost and frightened girl.
“Okay, sweetheart.” Minos inches toward her, reaching out. “Come on then, let’s
get you clean.” Slowly, Beyora climbs down off the log. She walks toward us,
her steps unsure. Before she can change her mind, Minos scoops her up.
“Alright,” he says, turning back to address the herd. “Let’s find the nearest
stream.”
 
Kneeling in the gently flowing water, Minos settles Beyora between his knees
and sets to work rubbing the dirt from her skin. Some of the herd gathers on
the bank to watch, while others wander off with bows in hand, hunting for a
snack. Minos calls me over once more. He positions me on the other side of the
girl, and tasks me with untangling the disaster of her hair. Eventually, he
finishes with the exposed parts of her skin, and peels the wet dress up and
over her head, leaving her naked. Casting a glance at the watching bulls, I see
a few of them wrap hands around their cocks, but Minos takes no notice. His own
cock is soft and safely tucked away behind his loincloth, his attention devoted
entirely to scrubbing Beyora clean. I work my fingers through her hair, the
pale brown turned dark by the water. I watch the minotaur's hands as they work
over the little girl, but his touch seems not to linger on her. I can tell he
intends not to use her, and I am comforted.
 
Once she is clean and dry, Minos asks for Eros’ loincloth. He hands it over
without comment, and Minos wraps it around Beyora, knotting it securely. One of
the other bulls returns from the bushes with a handful of wild strawberries,
and offers them to the girl. She thanks him in her small voice.
Minos settles the girl with her handful of strawberries on his knees. She looks
up at him as she chews, eyes curious. Minos folds his hands in his lap and
addresses her. “We are going to get you back where you belong, little one, but
you need to help us figure out where that is.”
She looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I live in a village with my mom. She
brought me to the forest to help her find mushrooms, but I got lost chasing a
bird. I want to go home.”
Minos strokes a hand over her hair. “We’ll get you home, don’t worry.”
***** Chapter 63 *****
63.
Minos knows the nearest village is due north of us, so we head toward it with
the hope of finding Beyora’s mother there. The journey only takes us part of a
day, and soon the city gates loom above us among the encroaching forest.
Minos wraps a hand around the wrought-iron, examining it. “This must be an old
city,” he comments to Theus, who holds me perched on one hip. Beyora is seated
similarly against Minos. “No lock, and the walls are pressed too closely by the
trees for them to be of any good use.” Theus nods his assent. Shrugging, Minos
lifts the simple latch on the gate, pushing his way through. Theus and the rest
of the herd follow in turn.
The city square is largely abandoned, a few stray cats darting into the shadows
at our approach. The windows that front the streets are boarded. An elderly
woman sits on the edge of a dry fountain to one side of the gate, its stone
cracked and crumbling. She is the only human in sight. Minos takes a few steps
toward her, and she looks up at him, seemingly unperturbed by the massive
minotaur armed with an impressive erection.
“I apologize for disturbing you,” he says by way of greeting. “I am looking for
this little girl’s mother.”
The woman sneers at him, the sagging skin around her mouth folding
unpleasantly. “Don’t you apologize at me, minotaur. Your kind has enjoyed my
cunt in the past enough to be beyond apology.” She casts a glance at the girl
in Minos’ arms, one of her small fingers caught between her teeth. “Have you
fucked that one enough for your liking? Come to check her back into the lending
whore library?”
Minos’ voice is steady. “No, this one is a bit young for our tastes. We are
simply interested in returning her to her mother.”
“Hm.” The woman presses her lips together into a tight line. “Well she looks a
bit like Helia’s whelp. But I can’t be sure. All those brats look the same.”
“And where might I find Helia?”
“She lives down there,” the woman replies, leaning forward and crooking her
finger down one of the streets leading from the front square. “Above the
Babbling Raven. Now leave me alone. I am too dry to be of any use to you now.”
 
We follow Minos down the empty street. I study the buildings as we walk,
occasionally catching glimpses of dirt-streaked children peering out from
cracks in the wooden planks that block the windows. The herd comes to a stop
below a metal sign, swinging in the light wind funnelled down the abandoned
street. Through the flaking patches of rust I can just make out the words: The
Babbling Raven Tavern.
Corvus finds a doorway between the buildings leading to a recessed stair, which
the bulls squeeze up in single file. I can hear Minos ahead of us murmuring to
Beyora, asking if they are in the right place. Her small voice echoes against
the battered brick walls: “Yes.”
The room we enter at the top of the stair is dusty beyond all belief. Wood
planks compose all four walls as well as the ceiling. The floor is plaster,
cracked and discolored. A laundry line stretches across one corner of the room,
limply supporting a pair of dripping linen shirts. The attached room is
similar, if slightly smaller. This one contains a bed. Among the tangled
bedsheets, a woman’s form lies comatose, oblivious to the bulls filling her
bedroom. Craning my head around to look behind Theus, I can see Eros in the
other room closing the door from the stair behind him. The entire herd fits
into the two adjoining rooms, but only just.
I can just make out the words as Minos leans down to whisper in Beyora’s ear:
“Is that your mother?” She bites her bottom lip when she smiles, nodding
vigorously. Minos leans down to place her in the bed beside the woman, and the
little girl immediately begins bouncing up and down, both hands on her mother’s
shoulder.
“Wake up, mama! I’m back, I’m here, I’m not lost!” She shouts, and the woman
comes to with a start. Immediately, she cries out, throwing her arms around her
daughter. “Beyora!” She exclaims, burying her face in her daughter’s hair. She
begins to sit up, but the bulls catch her eye.
She opens her mouth, but before she can react, her daughter has taken her hand
in both of her small ones, continuing to bounce on the thin mattress. “Mama,
these are the mino...minotaurs.” Her small mouth struggles around the word, but
she smiles victoriously when she gets it right. “Minos is this big one. He
found me, and cleaned me up, and gave me new clothes, and then helped me get
home!”
With wide eyes, her mother turns from the bulls to her daugher and back again.
“Is this true?”
“Yes,” Minos nods, smiling gently. “It was no trouble at all. Your daughter was
a wonderful travelling companion.”
For a moment, as Beyora continues to wriggle, her mother’s eyes lock with
Minos’. I watch as they widen just a fraction as she takes in his words, but
Minos shakes his head very slightly. Helia seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Well, Great Minos, I cannot express my gratitude enough. I was so terribly
worried about her. I searched for hours after she had gone missing, and I’ve
gone back to the forest both days since. I could not find a sign of her. I’m
afraid I cannot repay you—I would offer your bulls seats at my table, but as
you can see, there is no such table to speak of.” She pauses, lowering her
head. Then quickly, she looks back up at Minos. “I have nothing but myself to
offer.”
Turning her attention back to her daughter, she shifts to sit cross-legged in
the bed, lifting Beyora into her lap. “Mommy is very glad to see you, my love.
But now she needs to thank these nice bulls for all their help. Would you go
and find Lara and Janem and tell them you are back? I will come to fetch you
later.”
“Yes, mom.” Beyora leans up to kiss her mother on the nose, and Helia wrinkles
it in response, smiling.
As Beyora scrambles down off the bed, Minos raises a hand. “Actually, we are
going to need that bit of leather back.”
“Oh, of course.” Helia leans down to untie the knot holding Beyora’s makeshift
dress together. She hands the scrap of soft fabric back to Minos, and it is
passed through the herd back to Eros.
“Bye mom!” The naked child calls out as she darts through the minotaur’s legs
to the door. The bulls watch her go, some of them hungrily.
“Beyora, ask Lara if you can borrow a dress for a while!”
A faint “Okay!” echoes back up the stairwell, and then the little girl is gone.
“Right then,” Helia sighs, turning to Minos. She grasps her rough hem, casting
her shift up and over her head before discarding it on the bed beside her.
Beneath it, her body is lithe and strong. Her dark hair falls in waves over her
smoothly sloped shoulders. Unmarked skin flows seamlessly down her abdomen,
broken only by a ragged scar encircling one of her hips. Her breasts are heavy
and firm, her small dark nipples erect. “Take of me what you will.” She leans
back on her forearms, spreading her legs wide to reveal her sex. She tilts her
head backwards in an invitation, her eyes still locked with the alpha’s.
Minos takes a stride toward her, grasping one of her thighs in a massive hand.
With the other he fists his cock, stroking leisurely. “What’s mine is my
herds’,” he warns her.
“Your herd is welcome to enjoy me as they see fit. I have no other way to repay
my debt to you. Please,” she dips her head slightly.
Minos holds her legs apart as he rests the tip of his cock against her. Bearing
his teeth ferally, he surges into her. She cries out sharply, ending the noise
in a long-drawn out moan. Minos thrusts deeply a few times, working her fully
open. She grits her teeth, her eyes still locked on him. He reaches forward to
grip a handfull of her hair, pulling her forward. His movements become,
sharper, more rapid. The scent of sex begins to fill the room, and several of
the other bulls shift restlessly, hands on their members.
Minos smiles sadistically as he pounds into Helia, their faces drawn close
together. He snarls at her, “Still grateful?”
“Yes,” she gasps, mouth opening suddenly as he moves deeper. “Thank you.”
When he is satisfied with her, he rams into her a last time, spilling his seed
deep within her. Afterward, using the hand still fisted in her hair, he pulls
her to her knees on the floor, offering her his dripping cock. “Suck,” he
commands her, and she sets immediately to work, licking him clean.
“Theus,” he calls nonchalantly, releasing her hair. She falls back against the
bed, panting. Theus steps forward, handing me to Dionysus. I see Helia’s gaze
follow me as I am transferred between them, but Theus steps between us. “Eyes
on me, slut.”
Theus hefts her up, supporting her easily. Without ceremony, he sinks her down
on his shaft.
In turn, each of the bulls take her. A few go back for seconds, until she is
slicked with come and sweat, and doubtlessly aching. Nevertheless, she performs
without complaining, doing everything that is asked of her. I watch from
Thaetr’s shoulders as Saegr reclines on the bed, Helia balanced on her toes
while she rides him, circling her hips tirelessly. Saegr pulls out of her in
time to plunge into her ass to spill his seed. She tenses only slightly, her
muscles already loosened by several of the others.
Minos takes her a final time, pressing her against the wall while she stands.
She is still and calm as he takes her, and there is silence between them. His
cock surges into her over and over, one hand holding her wrists captive above
her head. When he is done, he remains inside of her, unmoving. It is a moment
before the piss begins to spill from between her legs to splash on the floor
below them.
Minos pulls away from her, turning to the herd. He waves two fingers toward the
door to the stairwell, and the bulls closest to it begin to file out. He lifts
me from Naoth’s arms, carrying me close to his chest. I peer over his shoulder
at Helia, who stands just as Minos left her, leaning against the wall, arms
raised. His come is leaking down her thighs, and her face is turned toward us.
Her eyes are closed, but her expression is a mask of calm.
***** Chapter 64 *****
64.
The herd reclines around the night’s firepit, laughing and sharing stories of
the spoils of war, passing me around as always to satiate them when the curves
of women are recounted. I am elated to be needed, and I have learned well what
each of them prefers.
As I thank Moros for his come, Haenr calls out to me from across the circle:
“Slut! Be a good little girl and come take my piss!”
Quickly, I leap up and run half a lap around the fire, stopping in front of
him. I sink to my knees between his legs, offering my open mouth. He lays the
head of his massive cock on my outstretched tongue, and I keep my eyes locked
on him as he makes use of me, the strong stream of liquid flowing easily down
my open throat. Paying me no attention, Haenr continues to regale Arietis and
Rigel with the story of the time his cock was so coveted by a village woman
that she followed him into the forest. But she did not desire the other
member’s of the herd, and that was a problem.
Without warning, Haenr grips me by the shoulder and pulls me forward, his
still-spilling cock sliding into my throat. He continues to relieve himself, my
ability to swallow now irrelevant. I stay still and quiet as he finishes his
story, relating to them how one day nearly a week later, as the woman stumbled
through the forest wearily after them, Minos suddenly turned and strode through
the herd, moving toward her. He lifted her weak body and slammed her down on
his member, telling her if she wanted Haenr, then she must want them all. He
made quick use of her as she cried and thrashed, powerless to overwhelm the
minotaur. When he was finished, he let the other bulls have their turn—all
except the one she wanted.
By then, Haenr is done with his piss, pulling leisurely out of my mouth. I
choke on my intake of air, but am swept up immediately by Rigel, who orders me
to suck him off.
“I didn’t mind that Minos kept me from her,” Haenr continues, leaning back and
wrapping one hand around his cock, stroking meditatively. “I’d had enough of
that bitch. She would slink over to me in the night, climb on top of me, and
I’d wake up with my cock between her legs. As if she thought that she’d be the
one fucking me! Every time, I would flip her over and fuck her until she cried,
but it made no difference, she always came crawling back for more the next
night. Even when I began only using her ass, she still wanted it, that slut. I
always wondered if she went crawling back to her husband in the end. I can’t
imagine he would have much use of her after she got used to taking this.” He
cups his other hand around the balls and the base of his cock, hefting their
weight. The bulls around him snort with laughter.
Rigel looks down at me, tucking a loose lock of hair back behind my ear. “Ready
to take my cock, sweet girl?” I nod, my tongue swirling around his head. He
lifts me up, slipping his cock into me and settles me kneeling on his thighs,
facing outward. Haenr, his hand pumping at his cock more insistently now, rises
and moves to stand in front of me. His free hand cradles the back of my head,
and his warm gaze appraises me. “Want me to feed you, sweetheart?” I nod
eagerly, licking my lips.
Haenr slips his head between my lips just as he explodes, my mouth filling with
the flavor of his seed.
When Haenr moves away, Erebus steps up immediately to take his place. He skims
a thumb over my cheek, smiling down at me. “Do you like that big cock filling
you, baby girl?” I whimper, nodding my agreement. Erebus sinks down on his
haunches between Rigel’s knees, watching as the other minotaur’s cock surges in
and out of me. “Want me to lick that little pussy, Lia?” His thumb moves to
press at my clit, massaging it in agonizing circles. I let out a high-pitched
moan, shuddering in Rigel’s grasp. Excited my my movement, he growls, thrusting
deeper.
Erebus leans in, flicking his tongue between my legs. I jolt once more, and
Rigel locks my arms behind my back—my hands grasping my elbows, his grip
keeping them in place. He arches back for leverage as he pounds into me more
rapidly, while below me Erebus tongues at my sensitive flesh. I writhe and pant
and moan, my eyes squeezed shut as I let them overwhelm me.
Rigel snaps his hips forward, and at the same time leans in to whisper in my
ear, “Come for me, Lia.”
I throw my head back as I obey him, the liquid flowing from me and into Erebus’
mouth. His hands move to grip my hips, his thumbs pressing in rhythmic circles
of silent praise. As I come down, I feel Rigel’s cock swell, and then he is
emptying himself into me, his hand tightening in my hair.
Rigel pulls my chin up, my back arching until he can kiss me, long and deep. He
grinds his hips upwards into mine, one hand wrapped firmly around my hip. He
then slips his cock from me, helping me down to the ground.
Dionysus laughs as he walks by, his eyes appraising Erebus, still resting on
one knee. “Sucking Rigel’s dick again, Erebus?”
Erebus rises quickly to his feet, growling low in his chest. His retort is low
and threatening: “No, I was just licking Lia’s cunt. I’m sure she’ll lick yours
if you ask nicely.”
Dionysus takes a menacing step forward. “Say that again, calf?”
“Hey!” Theus pushes between them, a hand splayed on each of their chests. “I’ll
bend you both over and have myself a good fuck if you two don’t knock it off.”
A flicker of a snarl passes over Dionysus’ face, but he turns and stalks off.
Erebus heads in the other direction.
***** Chapter 65 *****
65.
The aisles of the bazaar are choked with crowds of people, species of all types
clamoring towards the stalls. Between the branches of the maple trees that
tower overhead, paper lanterns jostle in the breeze, as if they, too are in a
hurry. The bulls tower over the other shoppers, wading easily through the
throng. Their cocks are tucked securely behind their loincloths, the minotaurs
having forcibly calmed themselves so as not to cause trouble in the tightly-
packed space.
The herd makes its way slowly down the path, stopping whenever a useful ware is
glimpsed. The bulls travel as light as possible, so not much catches their eye.
But when Saegr spots a tiny, brilliantly sharpened knife among a blacksmith’s
offerings, he veers toward the stall, the rest of the herd following in his
wake.
Minos carries me on his hip, pushing to the front of the crowd gathered around
the stall. I can hear grumbled complaints and curses, but none are so bold as
to challenge the minotaurs. Minos moves to stand beside Saegr, who is
expressing his interest in the blade to the blacksmith, a meaty, ginger-bearded
man whose massive freckled arms are locked securely across his chest.
“I have no qualms about the sort my customers are,” the blacksmith replies,
tilting his head back slightly. “But I must myself wonder, what will ye pay
with?”
“For that knife?” Minos asks, eyes appraising the skillfully crafted steel.
“Ten minutes with this one.” He hefts me slightly.
The blacksmith’s eyes slip over to me, and I see them widen fractionally. The
dilation of his pupils is exaggerated by the afternoon sunlight, and I let my
gaze shift to note the newly formed bulge beneath his apron. Nevertheless, he
tilts his chin subtly, murmuring, “Done.”
The blacksmith waves away the other customers, and I am handed across the
counter. Richly textured fingers grasp me securely, and the man settles me
against his chest, one finger reaching up to brush across my cheek. “Hello
pretty thing,” he greets me, his voice deep and soft. I smile up at him shyly,
bottom lip caught between my teeth. “Are you going to be a good little lass
while I slip my big cock inside you?” I nod, promising him I will be.
He balances me in the circle of one arm while the other unties his apron,
letting it drop. He makes quick work of his breeches, pulling forth an
impressively large member by human standards. He stokes its length with one
hand, studying my face. “What do you think of that, girl?”
“That’s really big.” I reach one hand out tentatively, caressing the flare of
his head. He smiles at me, his breath picking up speed. “There’s a girl. Let’s
get this rod into your cunt.”
He carries me over to a workbench, one arm sweeping aside the hammers and
bellows, making a space for me. Settled on my back with my tail dangling over
the edge of the table, I am just at the height of the smith’s hip, allowing him
perfect access. He leans over me, thrusting one finger between my legs. “So wet
already!” I giggle as his beard tickles my breasts. He ducks his head
momentarily to suck at one of my nipples, his finger pulsing within me. Pulling
away, he grasps his cock with one hand. He uses the other to spread me, his
eyes intent on my sex as he pushes himself inside, my walls stretching to
accommodate him. He continues his slide in until I feel his balls against me,
and there he pauses, heaving a sigh. “That’s a good cunt, that is.”
His thrusts are even and powerful, his hands holding my knees apart and open as
me fucks me. Aside from his labored breathing, he is completely silent, and I
follow his example, fists gathered demurely under my chin. I can tell he is
nearly finished when a something clatters from a shelf behind him, and he
jumps, twisting his upper body toward the sound, cock still buried between my
legs. I strain to peer around his hulking form, but I can see the slight girl
that stands by the inside edge of the stall, her large grey eyes taking us in.
“Papa, I found Kern. He was by the chicken woman’s stall again.” I hear barking
from the other side of the canvas, and I assume the smith’s camp is just beyond
it. The girl’s head tilts to the side, her eyes resting on me. “What are you
doing, Papa?”
“Just having myself a fuck, Liotta. Daddy’s cock needs a cunt sometimes, and
your mother would kill me if I used yours. Run along and play now.” The girl
nods once, disappearing behind the stall.
As if nothing had happened, the smith turns his attention back to me, picking
up his rhythm once again. In a few heartbeats he is finished, his final thrust
slamming his seed deep within me. He sighs as he withdraws, using his fingers
to milk the last few drops from his cock onto me. He tucks himself away
efficiently, before reaching down to pick me up. “Many thanks, sweet girl. Keep
that come warm for me.” He winks, walking back towards the patiently waiting
minotaurs.
***** Chapter 66 *****
66.
The herd completes its other purchases: a small cask of incredibly strong
spirits and a new length of braided rope, and I am given as pay for each item
in turn. We make our way toward the exit, the going slow as dusk settles and
the crowds thicken, bar wenches slipping through gaps in the tightly packed
space. Each waitress is an emissary from a distiller’s stall, each armed with a
coin purse and a tray of small earthen cups. The competition between the
vendors is obvious from their choice in representative—each girl is more
beautiful and scantily clad than the last. I watch as one of them, a brunette
with incredibly long legs, taps a man on the shoulder. He turns to her, and
they begin speaking, his gesturing seemingly indicating his lack of money. She
leans forward to whisper in his ear, pulling the thin strip of leather
encircling her chest down as she does, releasing a firmly round breast.
Mesmerized, he reaches up to squeeze it. Shortly after, his coin is proffered,
the drink consumed, and she is gone again, leather strap back in place.
I watch many such interactions as we weave through the bazaar. Children and
dogs dart between the minotaur’s feet, and music begins from the far end of the
street.
A flash of red in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I snap my head and
take in a man in a sleek business suit of deep navy, his black hair falling
over the frames of his glasses. But it is not the man that interests me. It is
his companion, a girl just a bit younger than I am. A foxgirl. I curl my
fingers into a loose fist and gently knock it against Minos’ chest as fast as I
can. “Minos Minos Minos, look!” He looks down at me, following my gaze through
the crowd. “Ah, well spotted, Lia. Shall we ask them if they want to play?” I
look up at him and nod vigorously.
With Minos in the lead, the herd changes direction, veering right to intercept
the man. He is devoting all of his attention to his armful of fox, whispering
to her gently as he points out the stalls. He doesn’t notice our approach,
until he is forced to stop short by a solid wall of minotaur.
“Oh, hello there,” the man says as he looks up at us. “Oh, Cuma look, they have
a fox kit, too!” Cuma shyly buries herself in the crook of his neck, but her
eyes are locked on me. I smile gently at her, my tail flicking back and forth.
“A pleasure to meet you all. My name is Mr. Takashi. This here is Cuma.”
“I am Minos,” Minos replies. I can feel his subtle amusement at the confidence
of this stranger. “And this is my herd. This is Lia, our slavegirl. She’s the
one that spotted your Cuma. Would you be interested in joining us this evening
Mr. Takashi? I’m sure it would do the girls well if they got to know one
another.”
“I am honored by your invitation, Minos-san. Cuma and I would be more than
happy to join you.”
“Excellent.”
***** Chapter 67 *****
67.
The small cask of spirits proves to last longer than I had expected, the
contents apparently found to be exceedingly effective. The bulls and Mr.
Takashi laugh uproariously as they detail their lives for one another. Mr.
Takashi explains that he resides on an airship, the mobile headquarters of his
banking company. The minotaurs in turn relate to him their exploits, and
Takashi listens enraptured. I bounce on my heels to stroke up and down the
length of Naoth’s cock, thinking about the strange and unlikely population of
the clearing.
When dinner is finished with, attention turns to Cuma and I. The other foxgirl
sits perched on one knee of her master, clinging close to his chest. He leans
down to murmur to her, and my ears swivel to catch his words.
“Do you want to play some with Lia? It would make me very happy if you did.”
She squirms in his grasp, nodding slightly. “Okay.”
He sets her down on the ground, and she remains facing him, the tip of her tail
flicking nervously through the grass. Naoth grips my hips tightly as he
finishes, throwing his head back and lowing.
Mr. Takashi points toward us, murmuring to Cuma. “Go on, sweetheart, they’re
big but they won’t hurt you. I want you to do everything the bulls ask of you,
okay? Be a good girl for Sensei.”
Cuma makes her way hesitantly toward us, and Naoth thrusts deeply within me,
drawing a gasp from my lips. I can feel it as he fills me with his seed. Cuma
stands warily between the bull’s knees, her hands drawn up in loose fists by
her mouth.
Lifting me off his cock, he holds my thighs in his hands and shifts my body
until I am cradled back against him, my legs spread wide. “Come here, little
kit,” he murmurs to Cuma. The other foxgirl edges closer, until I can feel her
warm breath ghosting across my skin. “There’s a good girl. I want you to lick
my come out of Lia’s pussy. Can you do that for me?” Cuma nods, her hands
falling to her sides.
I watch her head dip between my legs, and then I can feel her small tongue
against me, laving at my opening. I can’t suppress my moan, letting my head
fall back against the minotaur’s chest. “Oh, there’s a good girl,” Naoth
praises her, his voice soft. Cuma looks up at him, her eyes bright, color
rising to her cheeks. Immediately she is back at work, her strokes growing more
eager. I gasp as she works the tip of her tongue into me, and my shuddering
begins to provide her with Naoth’s seed.
His fingers holding me securely, he leans down to whisper in my ear. “I forbid
you from coming.” I whine in response, but his words serve only to heat my
blood further.
I begin to struggle more and more as Cuma works at my flesh, her small teeth
grazing over my sex. I arch my back and plead to Naoth for release, but he is
silent. His cock lies insistently at the small of my back, throbbing with his
pulse.
Eventually Naoth grows tired of his game, and he tells Cuma to stop. She steps
back from us, wiping her lips with the back of one hand. Naoth readjusts me,
plunging his cock deep into my ass. I cry out, but manage to obey his order. He
is ready enough to require no thrusting—he immediately spills deep inside of
me, and when he is finished I am told to join Cuma in the grass.
At Theus’ instruction, Cuma sits down and reclines on her hands, while I settle
between her spread legs. She is nervously silent again, but I can feel her
excitement at my proximity. My eyes lock with hers and I smile, unspoken
thoughts passing between us. Her body relaxes under mine.
The bulls speak at random, ordering me around Cuma’s body. When Rigel instructs
me to, I slip two of my fingers inside of her, gently massaging upwards. My
thumb pressing into her clit, I fuck her gently at first, and then more rapidly
as she begins to pant. I duck my head to taste her skin, sucking at her erect
nipples.
“Lia,” Erebus calls across the clearing. “I want you to talk to her like we
talk to you.” I heave a breath, words spilling into my head as my cheeks
darken.
“Do as he says, Lia.” The voice is Minos’, and I look up to see his eyes
watching me intently, one of his hands fisting his cock. He sees me eyeing it,
and he laughs. “You can have this when you’ve earned it. I want to hear you.”
I take a deep breath, my attention returning to Cuma. I try my best to imagine
myself in her place, wondering what the minotaurs feel as they use me. Cuma
gasps as I thrust my fingers deeper, and I use the reaction to my advantage.
“Do you like that...little slut?” I ask her, my voice stumbling over the words.
“Good girl,” Minos rumbles, and I realize how much he is enjoying this.
“What a sweet little pussy,” I tell her, moving to straddle one of her thighs.
“I can feel you leaking all over my hand. Can you feel me?” I rock my hips,
spreading wetness across her skin.
The thought springs unbidden to my mind, and before I can think it through, I
let go. The piss spills from me, soaking Cuma. She moans breathily as it runs
between her legs, and I pant open-mouthed as the blood leaves my fingers. I
begin to understand the minotaurs a little better.
“Fuck,” Minos swears between gritted teeth, and I look up to see him spilling
in his own hand. I smile at him.
“What a desperate little thing you are.” I address Cuma as I finish pissing.
“So excited just to have another slave relieve herself on you.”
“Th-thank you Lia-chan,” Cuma whines, her hips shuddering upward to meet my
thrusts. “May I come please?”
“Wait,” Arietis stops us. He comes over and arranges us, both of us seated and
leaning back, our legs spread and our pussies pressed together. “Move around a
little. See how that feels.” Cuma and I both rotate our hips slightly, and
simultaneously gasp in response. Arietis smiles, satisfied with himself, and
returns to his seat.
Cuma and I cling tightly to each other, my wetness grinding into her own. Over
her shoulder, I can see her Sensei, cock in hand, stroking himself frantically.
Overstimulated and shaking, it isn’t long until I am begging the minotaurs once
more. “Please,” I gasp raggedly. “Please, may I come please!”
“Not yet, Lia. The more you ask, the longer you will wait.”
I groan, barely hearing Mr. Takashi chime in. “That goes for you as well,
Cuma.”
Her eyes burning into mine, our mouths stretched wide, we continue to rut
against one another. Cuma reaches for my hand with her own, and our fingers
interlace. Her grip is tight, grounding me. I hang on for dear life. I am
faintly aware of her Sensei coming to stand over us, and I register the
sensation of his come as it is painted across our bodies.
Minos’ words cut through my haze. “Come for me, Lia.”
I realize her Sensei must have given his consent as well, because we explode
against one another, each pouring forth our own fountain of liquid. Mr. Takashi
squats beside us, supporting our backs with his hands. It is a long moment as I
ride out my orgasm, short spasms jolting my body against Cuma’s.
When I recover, I can feel her tongue on my neck, lapping at the sweat beaded
there. I mewl in response, my hand weakly gripping her hip. Mr. Takashi moves
back to his place among the minotaurs, and they watch us distractedly as their
discussion moves on to the distribution of villages throughout the forest.
Cuma and I lick each other clean, not missing an inch. Her mouth is warm under
my own, and I can taste the flavor of Naoth lingering there. I am carefully
gentle as I move between her legs, ensuring I don’t apply too much pressure.
She sighs in pleasure, the sound just loud enough to reach my ears.
I am sad when Mr. Takashi tells Cuma that they have to leave. Theus lifts me
into his arms as we watch them go, my head falling sleepily against his
shoulder. As the bulls settle down for the night, he takes me to a soft patch
of grass, laying me down gently. He lifts one of my legs and pushes the length
of his cock into me, murmuring into my hair. “You were such a good girl today,
sweetheart. Go to sleep now. I’ve got you.”
I quickly dip down below the edge of sleep, not even awake long enough to feel
him come.
***** Chapter 68 *****
68.
We spend the next several days moving westward, Minos explaining to me that we
must range the bordering lands a little to ensure no danger is threatening the
minotaur’s territory. I listen with interest as he describes how the herds of
the forest protect their own regions, each hunting ground overlapping enough to
encourage trading and the sharing of information.
On the fourth day of the journey, there is a marked difference in the forest
around us. Short pillars of rough stone rise from the ground every few paces,
their exteriors mostly covered in moss. The soil is rockier, and the grasses of
our own forest fall away to be replaced by a short scrub of lavender and sage.
The air is fragrant with it.
Just after lunch, Minos brings us to a halt. Lifting his head, he breathes
deeply, scenting the air. “This is the border.” He nods in either direction,
indicating to the others that they should spread out. “Go remark the boundary.
We’ll camp here a few nights to make sure it is strong.”
As the other bulls stride away, I am left standing beside him. I pounce on his
leg playfully, and he looks down smiling.
“Do you want to help us, Lia? You are part of the herd now, and when another
herd scents our borders they should be able to smell us all.”
“Yes! How do I help?”
“Well,” he laughs, his hand wrapping around his cock. “I’ll show you.” Planting
his legs wide, he aims at the ground and begins to piss.
“Oh,” I giggle. “I can do that.”
I position myself similarly beside him, spreading myself with my fingertips. I
push hard, and my urine arcs away from me. Minos looks down at me approvingly.
“Good girl,” he says.
***** Chapter 69 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
69.
On our second night, another herd stumbles on our camp. After wary
introductions of the alphas, the herds decide to share the clearing for the
night.
As is standard, I am offered to their alpha, a bull with a light brown pelt
named Eraen.
“Thank you for your generosity,” he replies to Minos as they sit together
beside the fire, “But my herd satiates me well enough.”
Minos’ cock twitches against me in surprise. “Your herd?”
“Yes. Do you not use your bulls to meet your needs?”
“No,” Minos replies. “No, we have Lia for that.”
“You all rely on her?” The other alpha lets out a short laugh. “I cannot
imagine being so patient. No, my herd works differently. I am entitled to them
all, and each other bull may make use of anyone below them. Only our omega is
without that privilege. He is allowed only to serve.”
“I see,” Minos says. “I suppose that is convenient.”
“It works very well for us. Our hierarchy is constantly changing—should one
bull feel entitled to use another above him, he can try to subdue him. If he is
successful, their ranks shift.”
“Do you still rape the villages in your territory?”
“Oh yes,” Eraen nods. “It is not that we do not take women. Just yesterday we
captured a human huntress and had our way with her. But we do not take slaves.
We simply do not need them. Here, let me show you.” The alpha searches through
the minotaurs in the clearing for a moment, his eyes settling on one. “Searth!
Come here.”
As the other bull approaches, Eraen introduces him. “This is Searth, my beta.”
Minos reaches up to him, and they each clasp the other’s forearm. “Well met,
Searth.”
Eraen points at the ground between his legs, and the beta kneels immediately.
“Suck my dick.”
As the beta goes to work, Eraen looks at Minos. “You have to admit, it is
convenient.”
“Indeed,” Minos says, nodding thoughtfully. “Still, I think I will stick to
fucking my slave. Speaking of, spread that pussy for me Lia. I am in need of a
piss.”
 
Later in the evening, I am in Dionysus’ lap as he strokes slowly in and out of
my ass, listening to the exploits of the other herd. The bulls laugh together,
but my attention is elsewhere.
Across the clearing, one of the members of Eraen’s herd is returning from the
bushes. He approaches another bull, who is sitting with Haenr and Taurn.
Wordlessly, he kneels beside him, forcing him to the ground. The bulls of my
herd look on in shock as the new arrival positions the other minotaur with his
chest and knees against the ground, before plunging into his ass. The other
bull makes no move to resist, and I listen once more as the bull beside
Dionysus explains to those of my herd around him.
“That is Vaeln fucking Merik over there. Vaeln is fourth in command, and Merik
is only two spots away from omega. He has no choice but to submit. That’s the
nice thing about our system—if you’re in the mood for a rough fuck, you pick
someone one spot below you. That makes things interesting. But if you just want
a quick go at it and you’re high up enough you can pick someone far below you.
That’s the privilege that comes with rank.”
I watch as Vaeln turns his head to talk to Taurn, likely explaining the system
to them as well. Slowly around the clearing, the culture of the other herd is
shared, and more demonstrations are given, lower bulls being bent over by their
higher ranking counterparts.
Fascinated as they are, my bulls stick to using me, and I make my nightly
rounds. Thaetr has me last, and I bed down for the night with his body curled
protectively around me. Having napped in Minos’ arms while he walked the border
all day, it takes me a long time to fall asleep, and the fire is long out
before my eyes begin to grow heavy.
Just beyond us, a bull from the other herd reclines on a thick bed of lavender,
his breathing even with his sleep. From the corner of my vision movement
flickers, and I watch in silence as another bull rises from the ground, making
his way toward us. I recognize him as Merik.
He stops short of the bull sleeping beside us, and spreads his thighs to kneel
between them. The sleeping minotaur is brought awake by Merik’s initial thrust,
his eyes snapping open. But he remains dutifully silent as Merik has his way.
“Omega slut,” Merik whispers.
When he is finished, Merik returns to his sleeping place. I watch as the
omega’s hand finds his own cock, bringing himself over the edge.
Chapter End Notes
     Chapter 69...heheheh
***** Chapter 70 *****
70.
When Minos is satisfied with the western border, we begin to make our way home,
back to the familiar parts of the forest.
Several days later, we are just breaking camp for the morning when an
resounding roar splits the skies above us. Before any of the bulls can react, a
dragon has landed in our midst. He is considerably smaller than Goreth, and his
scales are solidly green, an iridescent emerald that sends the sunlight
shattering in a million directions.
I duck behind Saegr’s leg to hide as the drake swings his head around, his eyes
scanning the minotaurs. “I am looking for the alpha, the bull Minos.”
“I am Minos,” he says as he steps forward, bringing himself too close to the
dragon for my tastes. “What business have you with my herd?”
“I am Anket, son of Goreth. I am a collector. I hunt the lands to claim a
female from each species, but the foxgirls have continued to elude me. When I
last visited my father, I heard tell of Lia, your leal slave. I could not help
but seek you, to ask if I might make use of her and add her claiming to my
collection.”
“I see.” Minos nods, considering the dragon. “You may indeed have a go at her.
But not without price.”
Anket tilts his serpentine head to one side, his eyes glittering. “Reasonable.
What is her cost then?”
“A dragon whistle.”
***** Chapter 71 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a gift for Elia.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
71.
After Anket has left, Minos explains his rationale to the rest of the herd.
“A dragon whistle binds itself to the dragon that serves it. When blown, no
matter how far, the bound will hear it and must return to the one who summoned
him. Such a whistle is a vastly powerful weapon—with it, we have an invaluable
safeguard.”
The herd agrees it is a good idea. And moreover, a trade entirely to their
advantage. I can’t argue, as I am usually gifted when I could be used as
currency.
 
Another day passes before Anket returns. Once more, he drops into the camp
without warning, this time at midday. I can see him eyeing Saegr’s kill, but he
wisely refrains from asking if he might share in the meat.
Minos approaches the drake, but no words pass between them. Anket merely lifts
a forepaw to drop something small and silver into the minotaur’s outstretched
palm.
Anket takes me several paces into the trees, out of sight of the herd. I feel
safe enough—I know that one shout will summon the bulls to my side. The dragon
wastes no time. Unceremoniously, he tackles me from behind as I break into a
small glade. Snarling, he turns me over roughly, pinning me beneath his massive
form. My gaze steals down between his hindquarters, where his cock hangs thick
and heavy, but only just larger than the minotaurs’. He sees me eyeing it, and
his answering laugh is full of a condescending grace.
“That’s right kit, get an eyeful.” His voice resonates through my chest,
sinuously rich. Against my will, I can feel the moisture beginning to leak from
between my thighs. “I’m going to tear that cunt of yours to shreds. And I would
caution you against calling for your masters,” he whispers, lowering his head
until it hovers a hair's breadth above mine. “I have been known to loose my
focus when fucking my prey. The results tend to be less than pleasant. It’s
never enjoyable to have to finish inside a corpse.”
He laughs as my eyes widen fractionally, flexing the muscles in his groin.
Settling into a predator’s crouch, a rumbling begins to emanate from deep
within him, and a strange heat permeates the air between us. The air in my
lungs tastes of smoke, although there is none to be seen around me.
When he plunges forward the fire sears through me instantly, radiating outward
toward my fingertips. The feeling is intoxicating, and I arch my back to drive
him deeper. “Yes, there we go,” Anket murmurs above me. “Can you feel that
little slut?” I nod, whimpering.
“That,” he growls, thrusting powerfully, “That is what it is to lay a dragon.”
His talons tear at the earth on either side of my head as he has his way with
me, his fire rippling through my body, every cell an ember. It isn’t
painful—not exactly. The presence of him pounding through my bloodstream, I can
taste the old magic of the forest on my lips. Foreign words fill my mouth as he
forces himself farther and farther in, the soft scales of his cock stroking my
insides until I am at the breaking point. But still I feel the tension building
in him, and I know I am to wait.
It is a long time before he is ready, but I am more than honored to hover
obediently at the precipice, writhing beneath him in time with his thrusts.
Aside from his cock buried deep within me, he makes little physical contact.
His gaze is directed directly ahead, although his feral snarl reveals his
intent. Only once, he dips his head to acknowledge my presence, his tongue
darting out to lick hungrily at my breast and up my neck. His deep-seated
growling grows louder as he tastes the sweat slicking my skin, and it is only
then do I realize how close I am to being a meal. Somehow, the immediacy of the
danger has me throwing my head back, straining my legs open wider.
All at once, the energy roiling through me rushes inward, centering itself
between my legs, quickly reaching critical mass. My body strains and I cry out
savagely as the dragon’s seed floods into me. It is unbearably hot, burning me
from the inside out. His eyes fixed solidly on me, he thrusts forward a few
more times, pushing it deeper.
Before I can process it, he is gone. The wind buffets the tall grass across my
face, the air painfully cold as it blows across the insides of my parted
thighs. I cry out in misery—the tension is still present within me, my hold on
it never lessened. I struggle to comprehend the panicked abandonment that
swallows me, the loss of everything that a moment ago claimed every fiber of my
being. I know instinctually that the only cure can be my release, but I am
powerless.
My head swimming, my vision blurs the shape that lurches to a stop over me,
filling my sight with warmth, the absence of the intense heat of heartbeats
ago. I am underwater, but I can hear something familiar being repeated like a
mantra, and I know, distantly, that it is my name.
A pressure enfolds me, and in the gentle heat of it, a hand reaches between my
thighs.
Immediately, the floodgates are opened, and everything that the dragon poured
into me is released. I struggle to breathe as every ounce of my consciousness
drains out of me. I heave a breath when it is gone.
And then I am under.
Chapter End Notes
     Was this orgasm a metaphor for the end of this semester?
     Don't be ridiculous...
***** Chapter 72 *****
72.
When I awake, I am nestled into Minos’ arms, safe and warm.
My eyes blink open slowly to take him in, his face taking up every corner of my
vision. His expression is soft but concerned, and I yawn languidly to reassure
him that I am okay. He smiles, rubbing his nose against mine.
It is then that I register that it night has fallen. The rest of the herd is
finishing up the evening meal, and the alpha offers me a morsel of rabbit. I
swallow it gratefully, opening my mouth eagerly for the next piece. Minos
laughs softly as I impress him with my ravenous hunger, and even I am surprised
at how much I eat. I can feel the energy slowly filling my body again, starting
fresh after being burned clean and empty. When I am finished with the meat,
Minos settles me between his legs and allows me to suck his cock while his
fingers card gently through my hair. I lay my tongue flat against his shaft and
hum deep in my throat, vibrating against him. He breathes deeply, too proud to
moan.
No words pass between us as we settle for the night, but the silence is somehow
more comforting. His cock comes to rest firmly between my thighs, pressed
defensively against my opening. I moan softly and rock my hips to rub my heat
against it. He sighs, sinking one hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and
taking a firm hold.
He fucks me noiselessly, relentlessly, and I have never felt more loved. With
every thrust he grinds against my clit, and before he is done we are both
drenched in my release. Before he comes, he pulls me away from him by my hair,
forcing my head down, directing me toward his cock. I wrap my lips around him
as he explodes, my mouth instantly filled.
Despite being unconscious for a considerable portion of the day, I have no
trouble falling asleep. Minos’ warmth is all around me, and I curl into his
chest, hoping desperately I will be able to start the next day the same way I
finished this one.
***** Chapter 73 *****
73.
When I wake something warm is splashing down on my shoulder. I turn and find
the morning sunlight streaming down on me from around the form of a bull. From
the scent, I can tell it is Raem, his piss falling onto my skin.
“Morning beautiful,” he says, smiling down at me. He adjusts his aim, pushing
his hips forward slightly to let the stream of his urine land between my parted
thighs. I gasp, but remain still, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. He
finishes, one hand still stroking along his length. “Come here, baby girl. I
dreamt all night about ramming my dick into that tight ass of yours.” He hoists
me easily, perching me on his hip as he moves over toward a convenient
outcropping of granite. Seating himself, he settles me in his lap facing
outward, his erect cock between my thighs.
“Mmm,” he hums against my neck, brushing my hair aside. “I can feel that warm
pussy radiating. Is my little kit in need of her morning piss as well?”
“Yes, Sir,” I pant breathily, arching my back for him. He strokes a finger
along my spine, the other hand pulling gently at my tail.
“Go ahead then, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
With his permission, I let go, soaking the base of his shaft. He growls
contentedly, deep in his chest.
“Fuck, there’s a good girl,” he quips, mussing my ears. “Now let’s get some
cock inside you.”
***** Chapter 74 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a gift to many, but foremost to Rose1724 and
     CABRALFAN27
74.
“Do you smell that?” Eros’ chest rumbles against me as he speaks, and I turn my
head as far as I can to catch the scent. A faint tang of iron blooms on the
black of my tongue.
“Blood,” Orion nods.
“And a ready female,” Haenr chimes in.
“Aye.” Eros snorts.
A few more paces and the three minotaurs, walking at the front of the herd,
come to a stop before an ancient maple. Among its snarled roots lays a foxgirl.
My eyes take in every detail—her short, sandy hair, her full breasts, the blood
trickling down the inside of her thigh. She lays motionless, but straining my
ears forward, I can just make out her shallow breathing. Small bruises
encircling her hips mark where fingers once pressed deeply, and her parted lips
are cracked and dry.
Minos pushes forward to stand between Eros and Haenr. I watch his face darken
as his eyes appraise the girl.
The herd begins to gather around us as Minos moves carefully to her side,
kneeling among the twisted roots. He pulls her limp body up to lean against
him, accepting a waterskin when Taur proffers his. Gently, he pours a thin
stream between her cracked lips. Moving his hand downward, he lets the cold
water fall over her chest, and the chill of it finally brings her awake.
She gasps softly, her eyes fluttering open. Eros jostles me softly into a more
comfortable position. “Whoever did this crossed a line.”
I tilt my head back to look up at the underside of his jaw. “What do you mean,
Eros?”
“We might abuse our slaves, bruise them, mark them, claim them with piss and
seed and sometimes blood, but no half decent slaveowner would treat a slave
with such disregard and then leave her for dead. Whoever did this to her has no
right to keep her.”
“But Eros, she is a foxgirl.” I shift to look down at her, pale and fragile in
Minos’ arms. “She is bound to her captors the same way I am to you. She may
hate them, but she cannot help but serve and obey.”
“We’ll see about that.” Eros slips a hand through my hair to grasp the back of
my neck, shifting the line of my sight a fraction of an inch. “Look at the way
Minos is looking at her. I’m not so sure he’s ready to accept that.”
I am about to respond, to argue that such ancient laws cannot be violated, but
she begins to come to, her body curling in towards Minos. She moans softly, and
Minos’ cock hardens in response, growing sizably. But he is gentle as he holds
her, bringing the waterskin to her lips once again.
She drinks deeply as the herd looks on in silence, the circle of watchful
minotaurs taking on a reverently protective air.
When she is satisfied, Minos settles her more comfortably against him, one of
his knees planted in the earth, her reclining body laid against his arm. She
eyes his erect cock, the mockery of a smile touching her lips. “I hope that’s
not for me.”
“No, sweetheart.” His voice is gentle, but loud enough for all of us to hear.
“Tell us what happened to you.”
She heaves a sigh, but the intake of air has her wincing, a few fingers flying
to her ribs. Minos’ expression darkens. “The ancient laws have bound me to
humans. A fate that every foxgirl knows is a dire one… I should have listened.”
Her eyes close momentarily, her expression torturously resigned. “They have
been playing a never-ending game with me since I was bound. They fuck me, hurt
me, beat me until I lose consciousness, and then when I am out they retreat
into the forest, following their prey. When I wake, the binding is pulling on
me, and I have no choice but to be lead back to them. I’ve tried so hard to
ignore it, but it hurts worse than any broken bone. If I move away from them, I
can feel something inside me...tearing. I become blinded by the pain. So I
return to them, and the cycle repeats.”
“Well, it is not going to happen again.” Minos’ voice is flint.
“It is not that simple—”
Her voice chokes off as the ferns across the clearing begin to tremble. They
part as four hunters push their way through, the arrowheads on their throwing
spears flashing. Their leathers are streaked with dried blood, and their faces
are windburnt and unforgiving. They make no move closer, rooted with heavy
stances and clenched fists.
The man nearest to us speaks first. “Riet. Come.”
I can see the terror flashing in the foxgirl’s eyes, but she begins to sit up,
pulling herself to her feet. Before she can escape, Minos’ arms are around her,
holding her tightly against him. He stands with her in his arms, turning to
face the men. “You have been relieved of your claim.”
The man scoffs. “Okay, minotaur, whatever you say. Your size will do nothing to
sway the power of the old laws. Have at her if that is what you want. But you
cannot break her bond. The forest will not allow it.”
Another one of the men speaks, growling as he massages himself through his
leathers. “We summoned you, slut. I have need of you. Get over here.”
Riet struggles in Minos’ arms, turning her face into his chest while her entire
body shakes.
“Now!”
The command echoes in the clearing, the birds above us silenced. The tense
silence is broken by a broken sob, and Riet looks over her shoulder, her teeth
clenched, tears streaming over her cheeks. “Please,” she begs Minos hoarsely.
“Please don’t let me go.”
“I won’t.” He turns her face back toward his body, taking a step backward
toward the herd. His next words are for Theus, a low rumble that I strain to
hear, missing his words.
Minos turns, striding back into the forest the way we came. Eros turns to
follow him, several more of the bulls closing in on either side. The men behind
us begin shouting, and I can hear Riet fighting through the pain as we leave
them behind. Minos walks quickly, and the rest of us struggle to keep up. He
seems intent on putting as much distance as possible between us and the men.
I understand once the screams begin to echo through the trees.
Minos comes to a sudden halt, turning back towards us. He beckons the minotaurs
into a tight knot, the bulls surrounding him and Eros facing outward. When Riet
begins to scream he lays a hand across her mouth, muffling the sound. He leans
down to murmur to her as her tears leak into his fur. “I know, sweet one, I
know it hurts. It’s almost over.”
And all at once, it is over. Riet grows quiet, her body relaxing. She sags
against Minos, exhausted from her efforts. The forest around us is silent.
Soon after, the other minotaurs rejoin us. They do not speak, and their faces
reveal nothing, but some of them are splattered with blood.
 
We settle for the night only a few paces away, the minotaurs making nests among
the tall grass of a meadow. The bulls are grouped more tightly than is normal,
and no one asks for me. I am brought immediately to Minos, who sits hidden in
the grass with Theus, a half-conscious Riet curled in the alpha’s lap.
Theus settles me between his legs, but his cock lies soft and hidden behind his
loincloth. “Lia,” Minos addresses me, his voice smooth and deep. “I wanted to
speak with you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You are part of this herd now, and you have earned a degree of say in its
composition. When we killed Riet’s captors, her binding was transferred to us.
She belongs to the herd now.” He looks down at her, and she holds his gaze
steadily. “I am interested in keeping her. But I wanted to know how that would
sit with you.”
I bite my lip, studying the other foxgirl. A hundred thoughts begin swirling
into my head all at once—would Minos still use me? Would she make a fun
playmate? Will she be nice to me? Or would she try to become the herd’s
favorite? But then my gaze shifts to Minos. He is looking back at me, and I
immediately know that I don’t have to worry. That he will take care of me.
“Yes,” I nod, my voice quiet. “Let’s keep her.”
***** Chapter 75 *****
75.
I am making my way back through the undergrowth toward the clearing, the
breakfast smells of roasting rabbit making my mouth water appreciatively. When
I asked to use the bushes, Minos said to not wander far, but I could tell he
wasn’t worried—the warm morning sunlight filters serenely through the trees,
and the forest is hazy with the luxurious warmth.
I hear heavy footsteps just in front of me, and peer through a high stand of
ferns to see Kratos, cock in hand. His morning piss is long and leisurely, and
I am about to step forward to ask if he has any use of me. Before I can move,
Bacchus appears from the direction of camp, one hand moving toward his own
member. He settles in a wide stance beside Kratos, and the two minotaurs greet
each other, commenting on the warmth of the morning.
“I don’t know about you,” Bacchus begins, massaging the last few drops from his
cock. “But I am worried about our newest acquisition.”
Kratos frowns. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, look at what Lia has done to us. She is our greatest weakness. I love
her dearly. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect her. And that is a
dangerous thing. Minos especially—he is so invested in her. And I worry that it
is going to be more of the same with Riet. To be sure, she is beautiful, and
easy on the cock as well, but I fear she may become another liability for us.”
Kratos shakes his head in reply, crossing his arms and leaning against the
trunk of a nearby ash tree. “But tell me honestly—would you rather have never
had Lia? Say what you will, and you are right of course, but how could you deny
what she is to us? I don’t know about you, but I only ever meant to use her. I
think that’s what we all expected. But she has changed us, Bacchus. We are a
stronger herd for her being part of us. How could you deny her that, even for a
moment?”
“I don’t know,” Bacchus sighs, massaging his jaw thoughtfully. “I suppose I am
merely worried. What if Riet does to me what Lia has?”
“Then you will have twice the joy that Lia brings you.”
“You’re right. Come on, let’s go find our little plaything. I bet she’s wet and
waiting to be fucked.”
My head spinning, I sprint silently in a wide arc back to the clearing.
***** Chapter 76 *****
76.
Riet’s first days with the herd are nothing like my own were. For the first
several no one is allowed use of her, and even Minos abstains. Thankfully,
nothing changes in my daily routine, and I can feel the other foxgirl’s eyes on
me as I serve the bulls, bending to their every whim. During our days’
journeys, I am bound to one of the herd as always, but Riet walks, sticking
close to the alpha. She is extremely quiet, clearly uncertain of her standing
with her new masters.
During a midmorning break on the second day, after dutifully swallowing down
his piss, I ask Minos if he intends on making her serve them as I do.
“Of course,” Minos replies, his gaze settling on the bushes where she had
disappeared a moment ago. “In due time. I am waiting for the marks of the men
to be gone from her. Once she is completely healed, we can begin training her.
The bond for her is a traumatic thing. I want her to know that as much as we
will use her, we will always care for her as well.”
“Minos...I’m worried she won’t like me.”
“What?” He looks down at me incredulously. “Oh, Lia.” Minos kneels beside me,
brushing a lock of hair away from my face. “Tell you what, why don’t you sleep
with her tonight? Alone, away from any of us. See how you two get along. Does
that sound good?”
“Yes,” I mumble, still nervous.
“And you have my permission to do whatever you want with her. Tonight and
forever—as long as you both belong to us you are free to play however you like
with each other. Maybe next mating season it won’t be so bad when we leave
you.”
“Yes, that’s true. Okay, I will try to make her feel safe.”
“There’s my girl. Now why don’t you go see Theus. He’s looking like he could
use a good fuck.”
***** Chapter 77 *****
77.
As darkness falls, Riet and I make our way together to the edge of the meadow,
settling among a thicket of wildflowers. We smile shyly at one another, folding
ourselves until we are both sitting, my head tilted back to look up at her. It
strikes me once more how beautiful she is—her short, sandy hair framing her
face, her full breasts and hips joining together at her slim waist, sloped
shoulders contrasting with sharp collarbones. Her eyes are a paler green than
mine, the color of a forest pool hung with lichen. She smiles at me, her tail
flicking.
“So…” I start hesitantly, my eyes straying from her face. “How do you like
being part of the herd?”
“It’s far better than what I had before,” she sighs. “But I’m not entirely sure
yet. I guess I’ll be able to answer that better when they start using me.”
There is a short pause before she speaks again. “Does it...hurt? Because
they’re so big? I mean, you’re even smaller than I am, but I just can’t figure
out…”
“Minos told me that foxgirls were made to serve, so we adapt well to whatever
is needed of us. It kind of hurts at first, but the bond makes it feel so good.
Being closer to any of them, even just by that much—it’s like you can feel your
mind rewarding you. You just, want to do anything that will make them happy. I
would do anything they asked of me, which is kind of scary, but I know that
they love me. They take very good care of me.”
“How do you know that they love you?”
“Um…” I bite my lip, scowling. “I’m...not sure really. I know they do though. I
can feel it I guess? I know that’s not a very good answer.”
“That’s okay. It was a complicated question.”
A moment more of silence passes before she speaks again.
“I just want my memories of my old bond to leave me. For so long I associated
being owned and used with being mistreated. And all the while the old laws made
me want to serve them, to be a good slave… It was so painful, to want that. But
I want to make the minotaurs proud. I want to be good for them. I hope
desperately that belonging to them will help me erase my old life. I see what
you mean to them, how they care for you. They fuck you roughly and piss on you
and call you worthless, but that is what is right between you. When the night
is over they lick you clean and protect you. All my life, since the bond, I
have craved that. I want so badly to please them so they will take care of me.
I want to be loved for what I am.”
Her voice is soft, and I shift to meet her eyes. They are full of a painful
longing, one I know all too well, but could not imagine being unfulfilled. Her
gaze still locked with mine, her lips part gently.
“I can see why they love you,” she whispers.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re so dedicated to them. I know that there’s the bond and all
that, but you are so good at what you do. And you’re radiant, Lia. I’m so
worried about being compared to you. Even if it’s hard for me after what
happened, I can feel my bond with them, too. I want them to like me. I want
them to tell me I’ve been good for them…” She shivers momentarily, and I nod.
She heaves another sigh. “I’m worried I’ll never be able to tailor myself to
each of them like you have. You’re custom-fit. I’m a hand-me-down. And you’re
so beautiful…”
I can feel my face warming under her intent gaze. Before I can reply, she leans
forward to touch my cheek, her fingertips brushing against my flushed skin.
It happens all at once, but then her lips are on mine, and I can feel the
slight marks where the skin of them is knitting itself back together. She
begins to shift and I mirror her, until we are lying side by side, our legs
tangling together. She weaves her fingers gently into my hair as she laps
upward at my palette, and I moan breathily into her mouth.
“Hey,” she pulls back from me slightly, her fragrant breath washing over my
lips. “This is really weird, but will you help me with something?”
“Yeah?”
“So, those men I was following. They bred hunting dogs, and whenever their
females whelped they made a game of making me feed the pups. So now…”
I can tell she is uncomfortable explaining the rest, but I understand
immediately. Without another word, I lean in and trace my tongue delicately
around one of her nipples. She gasps, arching her back to push closer. Taking
her into my mouth, I suck at her gently, the flavor of her milk unfolding on my
tongue.
Her arms settle around me as I swallow mouthful after mouthful of the sweet
liquid. Her hands caress my ears in a way only another foxgirl would understand
to do, the rhythmic motion leaving me smoldering, desperate. I bring my hips
closer to her, hesitant at first, but she pulls me up against her, fitting one
of her legs between my own. She shudders as I rock against her, her hips
reciprocating the motion.
It is not until the first light of morning is turning the blades of grass
around us a pale lavender that we finally fall asleep, still twined together.
For the next fortnight, Minos insists that we bed down together, away from the
bulls, and we quickly become inseparable. Awake long after the others, we tell
each other of our lives before slavery, our eyes trained on the lips of the
other. We spend many hours locked together, learning each other’s weak spots,
our fingers memorizing every inch of skin. I tell her everything I know of the
minotaurs, including the bulls’ individual preferences, and she listens
intently, desperate to please them.
Just before sunrise on the fourteenth day, Minos wakes us. He motions for Riet
to stand. In one swift motion, he lifts her up and sinks her down onto his hard
cock. She cries out softly, a note of desperation.
I watch as he fucks her, gently by his standards, pulling her up and down the
length of his shaft. She clings to him with white knuckles. When he comes he
plunges deep inside of her, and only then can I hear her soft whimpering as she
cries gently into his pelt: “Thank you, Sir, thank you, thank you.”
***** Chapter 78 *****
78.
Minos says that a storm is coming, and that the herd must take shelter. Birds
sent from far-flung priestesses have been spreading word that the forest will
not be protection enough from the terrible winds, and that creatures large and
small must retreat underground.
We begin our search immediately for a place to stay. For two days, we walk
briskly through the forest, and the bulls’ stress is evident in the rough grip
of their hands and their tensed jaws.
As the sun is falling on the second day, we stumble across the mouth of a
yawning cavern, its entrance descending quickly into the earth, harboring a
thick blackness in its depths. We camp for the night at the cave’s mouth. Most
of the herd breaks into small hunting parties to stock up on meat for the next
days. Even Riet and I are put to work, foraging for berries and nuts, weaving
baskets together from dead grasses to hold our stores.
By midmorning, after a sleepless night, the winds begin to rise. The sky
darkens to a looming grey-purple, the clouds descending until they seem to
mingle with the forest canopy. Supplies are hefted by the bulls, and Riet and I
pile our arms high with our baskets. Together, Minos leads us into the cave.
As we walk deeper and deeper into the passageways, the air around us grows
colder. Several of the bulls heft torches to keep back the blackness, and
others carry armfulls of firewood for the center of camp. We walk for what
feels like nearly an hour until one of the passages widens into a cavern, its
ceiling vaulting unseen into the blackness. A gently murmuring stream of water
flows from behind a rock near one wall, and after close inspection to ensure it
is uninhabited, the herd decides it will be a good as any place to settle.
A modest campfire is lit, and the food is stored deeper in the cave, the meat
tucked into the cool recesses of stone beside the stream. Exhausted, the herd
lays down to sleep, with Haenr taking the first watch. Riet curls up beside
Raem, while I make my way toward Haenr, who sits on a boulder at the edge of
the fire’s light, his eyes trained on the sleeping minotaurs.
“Would you like to make use of me before I sleep, Sir?”
Haenr looks down at me and smiles. “What a good little slavegirl. And you’ll
sleep so much better once you’re well-fucked.” He reaches down to pick me up,
his strong hands lifting me from the cave floor. Without ceremony, he sinks me
down on the length of his shaft, pulling a soft moan from my lips.
When I am full of his come, he sends me off to get some rest. Arietis is
sleeping close by, and as I snuggle close to his chest he stirs slightly,
pulling me in. He buries his nose in my hair, taking a deep breath.
Other than the small noises from the flowing water and the sleeping herd, all
is quiet.
***** Chapter 79 *****
Chapter Notes
     The next few chapters are a gift for NewtGirl.
79.
After the herd begins to stir, we share a light meal of venison with the herd.
Afterwards, Riet and I ask if we might be allowed to explore the cave. Minos
hesitantly gives his permission, warning us to stick together. I know he will
say yes to anything that means Riet and I becoming closer, so he lets us go.
Hand in hand, we wander into one of the smaller passages leading deeper
underground. We walk slowly, neither of us speaking. After a time the passage
begins to twist intricately, and we have to clamber over rocks and between
stalagmites. Then the passageway widens again, and we find ourselves in a cave
full of crystals. The ceiling and walls of the cavern are studded with
brilliance, the purple and blue light from their bioluminescence glowing off
our skin. Some of the crystals are larger than I am, half buried in the stone
floor. Rivulets of water run between them, and when I dip my toes into the
liquid I find it soothingly cool.
Turning to look at Riet, my breath is taken away. Her eyes are sparkling in the
crystal’s glow, her pale fur soaking up the light. She turns to look at me and
smiles, taking a half-step to close the gap between us.
Looking down at me, she tenderly runs the back of one finger along my cheek.
“Hi there,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I squeak in reply.
She laughs softly, and I feel her other hand stroking at the apex of my thighs.
“I see that face of yours. Do I make you wet little one?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, letting my eyes fall shut.
“Tell me,” she whispers, pressing her face into my hair as her fingers probe
between my thighs. “I’ll tell you what I’m feeling if you do.”
“I,” I hesitate, and then she directs one of my hands to her sex, urging my
fingers into her. She is as drenched as I am, and this encourages me. “I want
to fuck you,” I pant.
She takes a sharp breath in response, moving her lips to my ear. “I want you to
drink from me again. These last nights I have dreamed of your lips on my
breast...sucking...”
“Mmmm,” I reply as her thumb circles my clit. “Right there, please.”
“You like that?” she pulls back and cocks her head, biting her lip playfully.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop,” I whimper, working my fingers deeper inside of her. I
stroke her inside wall the same way that Minos strokes mine, and she keens,
pressing against me.
“I want to you to take a piss on me Lia,” Riet breathes, and I see the color
rise to her cheeks. “I...I don’t know why I want it, but I want to feel your
warmth rushing over me…”
My breath hitches in response, and together we struggle to the floor,
positioning ourselves until Riet is cross-legged and I am straddling her hips,
grinding down onto her.
“Oh, baby girl,” she moans quietly, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my neck.
“I can feel how warm that pussy is against mine.”
“Yeah,” I pant, rolling my hips in a long, slow motion. She opens her mouth,
breathing heavily.
I begin to piss for her, letting go slowly, wanting to drag it out. She gasps
as the warm urine flows down over her pussy, pooling between her thighs.
“There’s a girl,” she moans, carding her fingers through my hair. “Nice and
slow. I want to feel it.”
One of my hands moves to her breast, my thumb skimming over her erect nipple.
The piss still flowing from me, I lean forward to take it into my mouth,
flicking my tongue over the hard point of flesh. She moans again, louder this
time, her hips shuddering forward.
As I push the last drops of piss onto her skin, her milk rushes into my mouth.
With one hand she cradles my head, holding me against her, while the other
moves between my thighs. She fucks me tenderly as I drink from her, and when I
feel the building pressure in my stomach reach the breaking point I whine,
rocking my hips desperately.
“Come for me sweet girl,” she whispers, and I instantly come undone, my come
spilling out over her hand. We repeat the process as I drain her other breast,
until we are both soaked from the waist down.
When she is finished with me, I climb down from her lap, ducking my head
between her thighs. Before she can say anything, my mouth is on her, my tongue
licking her open. She throws her head back, her groans echoing off the walls of
the cave. With one hand, she grips the back of my head, bringing me closer. I
surge my tongue deep inside of her, licking upwards.
“Are you thirsty Lia?” I strain to look up at her, and the intensity of her
eyes and the redness of her lips has me on the edge again. I nod eagerly, my
mouth still working. “Alright then love, open that throat…”
I do as she asks just as she begins to pee, the liquid filling my mouth. The
flavor is delicately sweet, and I swallow mouthful after mouthful graciously.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she watches me, her expression full of
lust.
When she is finished, her come follows quickly. I drink that eagerly as well,
lapping every last drop from between her soft folds. She sighs contentedly, her
fingers massaging my ears. I inch forward a bit to rest my head on her inner
thigh, our eyes locked together.
When she speaks her voice is soft. “I always wanted a daughter. Someone to care
for and protect. I have felt it since I was young. But never have I found
someone I would want to bear children for. Certainly not those men. But now I
have you.” Her soft smile is beautiful, and I blush in response.
“I don’t remember my mom,” I whisper. “I think she left when I was little. I
only remember the trees—how they raised me and kept me safe. But they weren’t
very good for snuggling.”
Riet laughs, pulling me up to her. She wraps her arms around me, touching her
nose to mine.
“Fuck.”
The noise is a soft whisper, but the empty space of the cavern carries the
sound. Our ears immediately perk up, straining to determine its origin.
I turn my head, searching, and then my eyes catch a flicker of movement. There,
half hidden behind a pillar of rock, is a teenage boy, one hand working
furiously over his cock. I nod slightly in his direction, and Riet’s gaze moves
to find him, too.
“Show yourself human,” Riet calls.
The boy steps away from his hiding place, planting his feet apart as he
continues to stroke himself. “You caught me,” he says calmly. “I can’t help
myself. You two are so fucking hot.” He pauses, his jaw working as his hand
moves faster. “I watched you fuck, pissing all over each other and licking each
other’s cunts.”
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re going to go back to our herd
now…” Riet says, rising to her feet and pulling me along with her.
“No, wait,” he pants, stepping toward us. “I want a turn. Not you, just her,
the little one. I want to shove my dick into that tight little cunt of hers,
all wet with piss. Come here, little girl, let me show you what a good fuck is
like.”
Riet moves me behind her, her hand firm on my shoulder. “Stay away from us,”
she warns, her voice darkening.
“Ha, right. Real scary, bitch. Fuck…” he says again, looking down at himself.
Before he can help it, he is coming, the thick whiteness arcing to the floor.
He pulls his hand along his length a few more times, thoughtfully. “Whatever,”
he says, looking back up at us. “I had a good time. I’ll be back though. For
her.” He points in my direction, and I duck back behind Riet’s legs. With that,
he is striding away down one of the passageways.
We hurry in the opposite direction, back towards camp.
***** Chapter 80 *****
80.
We tell Minos everything, and I first watch his cock harden impressively as we
tell him of our actions, and then the scowl on his face grow as we describe our
interaction with the boy.
“I’m glad you’re both safe,” he rumbles, “But I want you sticking close to
camp. No more exploring the deep caverns. You belong to me, not to some
pathetic human scum.” He sits back down on the rock he had risen from a few
moments ago. “Now I want you both on your knees. Come suck my cock.”
We obey, settling between his legs. Both of us begin licking up the length of
the minotaur’s shaft, and when we move back to its tip we let our lips touch,
our tongues dancing together. Minos sighs, stroking our hair. “There are my
good girls.”
***** Chapter 81 *****
81.
I wake suddenly in the night, my eyes snapping open to the darkness of the
cave. Kratos is beside me, breathing slowly, still sound asleep. I sit up,
disoriented from my dream, even though I cannot remember it. Its contents are
right on the edge of my mind, but as I strain after them they retreat quickly,
and I am left wondering what woke me.
Looking around the camp, I see the reassuring glow of the banked fire, as well
as the hulking form of a minotaur sitting by its side. I recognize it as
Menoetes, but despite being assigned to watch he has dozed off, his arms locked
across his chest.
I lie back down, searching for sleep again. Try as I might, I remain wide
awake, my eyes continually opening despite my attempts to relax them closed. I
sit up again, this time looking in the direction of the tunnel to the surface.
I wonder absently if the storm is still raging.
I suppose I could go see for myself. Minos had warned me to stick close to
camp, but the boy who was watching Riet and I came from deeper within the cave,
not from the surface. I decide my little venture will be harmless, and
silently, I roll to my feet.
Weaving between the sleeping bulls, I pad out of camp and over the cool stone.
It is dark as I leave the fire’s circle of light, but my fox half supplies good
night vision.
I don’t have to walk very far until I can hear the wind. It screams by the
mouth of the cave, tormented and angry. I continue walking however until I can
peer around the corner at the cavern near the surface. The little bit of wind
that reaches me stirs the hair around my face, and I see in the grey light of
pre-dawn the thrashing trees and pelting rain shaking the forest.
From behind, something warm and wet splashes against my thigh.
I turn sharply and find the boy from the day before hovering over me, the
stream of piss from his cock now landing between my thighs. I try to run, but
he slams his hands against the wall on either side of me, trapping me where I
am. He presses close, his hard cock lying flat against me, his piss spraying
over my body.
“I saw you last night foxgirl,” he breathes into my hair. “I saw how you let
that whole herd fuck you. What a little slut. You must love cock, don’t you?
Well now it’s my turn. I saw how they cover you in their piss to claim you.
Well, here I am, staking my claim. I am going to fuck that little cunt of
yours, over and over until you beg me to stop, and then I am going to move on
to your ass. And by the time those fuckers find you, you will be pumped full of
my come. If they find you at all. If I like you well enough, I might just take
you with me. They’ll never track us in that storm. I’d risk my life out there
to have something as sweet as this to pound my dick into.”
“Leave me alone!” I cry, pounding on his chest with my fists. “Minos will kill
you when he finds out! Just you wait, he’ll—”
He clamps a hand down over my mouth, silencing me. “Shut up whore and take my
cock.”
The boy hefts me, lifting me until our waists are level. He strokes his head
across my pussy, gritting his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You do love cock,
don’t you? Well today is your lucky day.”
As he pushes forward, a shadow falls over us. Just as I feel his tip enter me,
it is pulled away, and I fall to the floor, landing on my hands and knees.
I look up to see Minos, the boy’s neck gripped in one of his fists. “How dare
you!” He roars into the human’s face, shaking him. The boy’s face begins to go
purple, his hands scrabbling at the alpha’s fingers. “Oh no, don’t die on me
boy. You are in for a treat first.” Minos repositions his hands, each one
gripping the top of the boy’s arms. Rigel, Theus and Orion, who I didn’t notice
before, step up to tear the boy’s clothes away. Theus takes him from Minos’
grasp, holding him steady.
Minos’ hand moves to his cock, hardening it with his grip. “You think to take
my slavegirl? Right under my nose? That is my cunt, mine to fuck and mine to
allow others to borrow. I don’t remember giving you leave to stick your sad
excuse for a cock in there. Now be a man and swallow your screams while I use
you to pump my dick.”
“No, no, please, I’ll never touch her again, please you have my word.” Sobs
wrack the boy’s body as he shakes in Theus’ grip.
“No, you went far enough to have to be taught a lesson,” Minos replies, moving
toward him. “Let this be the last time you try to fuck another’s property.”
Without ceremony, Minos thrusts violently into the boy’s ass, drawing a high-
pitched scream from him. Rigel comes over to pick me up from the floor, holding
me close to his chest. I cling to him, turning my face into his fur, but he
whispers into my hair. “No, Lia. Minos wants you to watch.”
Obediently, I turn to fix my eyes on my alpha. His hands on the boy’s
shoulders, he fucks into him roughly, over and over, his thrusts sharp and
evenly paced. The boy cries and screams, his words unintelligible.
“You ready to take my come, boy?” Minos growls, prompting another loud sob.
He thrusts a handful of times before bottoming out completely, sinking in the
full length of his shaft. He pauses a moment, his eyes locked on the boy’s
face. When he refuses to meet the minotaur’s gaze, Minos spits in his face,
dropping him to the floor.
“Stand up,” Minos commands. The boy doesn’t respond, merely trembling in a heap
on the stone. “I said up, cockslut!” He bellows, pulling him up by his hair.
Finally, the boy’s eyes rise to meet Minos’, and they glint with hatred. “I
want you out of this cave,” Minos says quietly. “If the storm takes you as
well, then so be it.”
With that, Minos shoves him toward the mouth of the cavern. The boy stumbles,
nearly falling, but when he turns back to find Orion advancing on him, he makes
toward the exit and runs headlong into the howling storm.
“Lia.”
Minos sounds weary, and I turn to look at him as he takes me from Rigel. He
holds me tightly, but I press my ears against my head, nervous.
“I’m glad you are safe,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “But you’ve been
a very bad girl. You disobeyed me, even if you didn’t mean to find trouble. You
know I don’t want you leaving camp alone at night. I’m going to have to punish
you, you know that.”
“Yes Minos,” I reply, my voice a whisper.
“Your speaking privileges are revoked for today and tomorrow. I don’t want to
hear a sound out of you. Do I make myself clear?”
I open my mouth to respond, but I quickly snap it shut, nodding instead.
“Good. Let’s go rejoin the others.”
As he strides away, I strain to look back over his shoulder, gazing out at the
violent storm.
***** Chapter 82 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
82.
Early the next morning, Raem and Moros go to check the weather while the rest
of the herd begins to stir, the bulls slowly waking. A few paces away, I hear
Riet cry out softly as Rigel wakes her by plunging his cock into her ass.
I roll over in Minos’ arms to greet the waking minotaur, wriggling slightly as
I smile up at him.
“Good mor—”
Suddenly he is sinking a finger down my throat, and I gag at the unexpected
intrusion. “Not a word, little bitch,” he says. “You are to be silent for the
rest of the day, remember? Now shut up and let me take my morning piss in that
warm cunt of yours.”
My cheeks redden immediately. I am shocked to have forgotten such a severe
punishment so easily. My ears pressed back in shame, I grip my leg under the
knee and pull it in towards me, granting Minos easy access. His hands are
impersonal as they hold me steady, and he sinks the full length of his shaft
inside of me in a single motion. I feel the powerful jet of his piss as he
releases.
When he rises from the ground to stand, his cock slides out from between my
legs, a surge of liquid spilling from me. Thinking he is finished using me, I
begin to prop myself up on one elbow. But Minos plants himself, and cock in
hand, finishes relieving himself, the urine splashing down over my body. When I
look up at him, he aims the stream at the crown of my head, and I am forced to
bow forward to avoid getting any in my eyes. He urges the last few drops from
his cock, and walks away without a word.
I reach up to comb my fingers through my hair, finding it largely soaked.
Sitting up fully, I curl into a ball, my chin resting on my knees.
“Lia! What are you doing over there? Is our little one pouting because she had
to take her master’s piss? Get up. Come make yourself useful.” My eyes snap up
to find Dionysus beckoning me over. He levels his gaze, his face darkening.
“Now, slavegirl.”
I jump to my feet, hurrying in his direction. Without his asking, I sink
quickly to my knees beside where he sits, legs bent and spread, his cock erect
between his thighs. He sinks a hand into the dry part of my hair, maneuvering
me between his knees. “You are going to milk the come out of my dick. Or do you
want to want me to ask your opinion on the matter?” My face flushing hot once
more, I lean forward and open my mouth, but he reaches for my hands instead,
wrapping them around his shaft. “Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “Hands only.
I want to see you massage that cock.”
It is a difficult task, what with the trouble I have encircling his girth with
my fingers. Nevertheless, I work over his length, desperate to please him. He
is mostly silent, watching me, and I know he is restraining his reactions to
frustrate me. I work harder, trying to be creative with my strokes, increasing
the pressure as I squeeze him between my palms.
There is no warning before he explodes, covering my face with come. I jolt
slightly as the sting of it enters my eyes, but I keep my lips pressed tightly
together, careful not to make a sound. By the time I can clear my vision,
Dionysus has left to go help rekindle the fire.
Raem’s voice echoes from the tunnel leading the the surface, and I rise to my
feet along with several of the minotaurs. Raem and Moros come striding into the
cavern, wide smiles on both of their faces.
“Storm’s over!” Raem shouts, and there are cries of victory from the herd. I
know they hate the claustrophobic darkness of the caves, preferring the soft,
maze-like verdance of the forest.
Moros’ eyes find me, and as he walks past me on his way toward the fire, he
picks me up easily, tucking me under his arm. “Morning Lia,” he sighs. “This is
the day you have to be silent, am I right? Good, then you’ll make a good
assistant while I clean this meat.” I strain to see around him, and notice the
carcass of a wild boar gripped in his other hand.
As instructed, I kneel by the boar, palms outstretched before me, two skinning
knives resting flat on my hands. Moros switches back and forth between them as
he works at the meat, disregarding my presence. Every time he replaces one of
them and retrieves the other I force myself not to wince, hiding my terror that
he will flick his wrist in just the right way by mistake and lay my hands open.
I manage to remain silent, my eyes on the ground between my knees.
As I am washing the blood from my fingers in the small flow of water at at the
back of the cave, Riet comes to kneel beside me, leaning forward and cupping
her hands to drink. I look at her, and an unbidden anger springs to my mind.
Why didn’t the boy choose to attack her? I know the answer is obvious—my
physical size makes overpowering me easy, but it’s not like I asked to be
harassed. Not any more than she did. Then again, I am the one who wandered out
of camp, not Riet. Another rush of fury fills me. I have been the herd’s slave
far longer than she. I should have known better and followed orders. Even the
new slavegirl, untrained and naïve, did as she was told. Why couldn’t I?
Riet feels my gaze, and turns to rest a reassuring hand on my knee. My eyes
lock with hers for a moment, but her comfort does not reach me. As she returns
to the herd, I stare down into the pathetic stream and wish with every fiber of
my being to go back in time and stay in camp the whole night, safe beside
Minos.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the crazy lapse here, guys! I've been traveling a whole
     bunch and this chapter and the next have been very difficult for me
     to write. I have some more good stuff planned out that I am in the
     process of writing. I apologize for making you wait!
***** Chapter 83 *****
83.
The rest of the day is much the same. For the rest of the herd the mood is
light as we exit the caves, breaking into the humidly muted sunlight. While I
am happy to return to the wind-torn forest, my guilt and anger are still with
me, and I suffer through them in sullen silence. I content myself with hiding
my face in Eros’ pelt as he strides purposefully forward, his cock buried deep
within me.
At lunch, Riet laughs with a few of the bulls as she tries to teach them a game
the foxgirls play with sticks, balancing them carefully in intricate towers
before moving quickly to snatch more away from the other players. The bulls
with their large hands are inept and clumsy, knocking the towers over again and
again. One of her opponents, Arietis, grows tired of this, rising to his feet
and plunging into the undergrowth. Moments later, he returns with a length of a
long-dead sapling, challenging Riet to a rematch with pieces more suited to the
minotaurs’ scale. Riet laughs until she cries, her short hair falling across
her face.
I watch from the other side of the clearing, bowed down on my forearms,
fighting to remain still while Erebus has his way with me. He leans down over
my back, jerking my head up by my hair. “You like that, slut? Oh wait, don’t
answer that. Never mind, I know you do. Taking that thick cock in your tight
little ass.” He releases his grip, and I let my head fall forward, stalks of
grass playing mockingly across my face.
 
Late that night, Thaetr is falling asleep as he lies curled around me, his cock
softening between my thighs. I am fighting back tears, exhausted and miserable
and feeling completely worthless.
A shape moves closer in the darkness, and then Minos is standing over us, his
hands reaching toward me. I struggle to worm my way out of Thaetr’s arms, and
he stirs into wakefulness as I leave him.
“Wha— no, she’s mine tonight, I haven’t fucking slept with her this whole
moon—-”
“When your alpha wants use of his slave, he will take her. You can have her
tomorrow night if I see fit.”
“Minos— yes right, sorry—”
“It’s fine, Thaetr. Go back to sleep.”
Minos takes my hand and leads me to the edge of the herd. When he lays down, he
brings me with him, wrapping me in his arms and holding my face against his
chest. I cannot fight any longer—the hot tears soak into his fur as his hand
strokes my hair, my whole body beginning to shake as I come undone.
“Shhh, calm down, little one.” His voice’s depth resonates through his chest
and into mine, a sound I feel more than hear. “I know today was hard. But
you’ve learned your lesson thoroughly, no? No more ignoring orders. I never
expected such disobedience from you. You’re supposed to be setting a good
example for Riet. I want her to learn from you. No one knows how to serve the
herd like you, Lia. Not even her, not yet. She will learn. Come on sweetheart,
it’s all right. Tomorrow this will all be behind us. When I wake up I want to
hear that pretty voice of yours asking for my cock. Sleep now, little one. It’s
okay. I know.”
My crying gentles as he strokes my hair rhythmically, and before I know it I am
sinking under, my face still wet, but my body no longer shaking, and I drift
off with the scent and presence of him strong all around me.
***** Chapter 84 *****
84.
“It’s all well and good that we are in need of spirits for tonight’s ceremony,
but we have no coin left.”
Haenr rolls his head backward, sighing, “And we have nothing at all anyone is
willing to part with for a trade?”
The circle of minotaurs is silent for a moment. Theus is the next to speak.
“I am sure we each have something we would be willing to give in order to honor
The Mother on her night. But why should we have to? We are in possession of the
greatest of all bargaining chips.”
“And what’s that then?” Bacchus retorts.
A mischievous smile parts Theus’ features. “Those tight pussies over there,
ready and waiting.” He nods a chin in Riet’s direction, where she stands
patiently by Minos with me perched on her hip. The beta’s eyes find the
alpha’s, and Minos gives a nod of agreement.
“He’s right. Alright then, we will walk towards the smoke over there and see if
we can’t find some sad, cuckolded human male in possession of something
distilled.”
 
Sure enough, the smoke rising through the canopy leads us to a small village.
It is early evening, and most villagers are making their way home—the smell of
roasting meat and fresh baked bread has my mouth watering as I watch a young
stable hand in the process of securing his horses for the night.
A head peers out from a modest residence on the village’s perimeter, taking in
the sight of the herd. Immediately it disappears, and a few heartbeats later
the door to the house swings open. From behind it a thin, hunched man hurries
barefoot down the front steps in our direction.
Holding up his hands in a gesture halfway between submission and hesitance, he
stops a few paces away. “Now— now then, we don’t want any trouble here. Is
there something I can do— something I can help you with— or—”
“Deep breath son,” Minos chuckles. “We’re not here to fuck your wife. Unless of
course, she’s asking.” The bulls laughter is subdued, but the man’s gaze
flickers in terror between their faces. “We have come to make a fair trade,
nothing more. Might you point us in the direction of someone selling alcohol?”
The man, now retreating, gives hasty directions toward one of the other
buildings before making his escape. As we pass his residence, my ears swivel to
take in the scrape of a bolt being set.
Fifty more paces take us to the general store of the outpost, where through the
rough-hewn latticework of the door I see a not unattractive older man wiping
down the counter. Minos nods once, turning to address Riet.
“I want you to go in there and offer to suck the man off in return for his full
stock of spirits. If he takes issue with that, we’ll send Lia in as well.”
“Yes Sir,” Riet replies, handing me off to him.
Riet enters the shop, and over her shoulder I watch as the man’s head snaps up,
his eyes taking in her naked body hungrily.
“Do you want to watch, kitten?” Minos whispers into my hair. I nod, bottom lip
caught between my teeth. “Such a sweet little slut. Look, go crawl through that
window. It’s half open, and you can hide behind those flour sacks. Go on then,
be a good girl and get nice and wet for me.”
Minos takes a half step toward the window, lowering me to its sill. I slip
through the gap easily, and find myself in the shop, the sounds from the street
pleasantly muted. Dust motes fill the air, the only light the patterned bits of
sunset formed by the latticework. Crouching, I peer out from my hiding place,
my fingers finding purchase on rough burlap.
“Hello.” Riet’s voice is silk, the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
“Hello there, darling,” the man says after a barely perceptible pause. “Can I
help you with something?”
“Yes actually,” she replies, dragging one the toes of one foot on the floor
delicately as she takes a step toward him, brushing a lock of hair out of her
face. “I’m afraid I am in desperate need of some cock.”
The vulgarity of her speech and her nakedness combined with the diminutive
shrug of her shoulders and shy movement has him visibly reddening. But he
regains his composure, his eyes settling on the counter before him. “Well, I
suppose I do have some of that in stock.” The corner of his mouth twists at his
own joke, and he glances up at her again, eyes flickering over her form. “Is
that the only thing you need?”
“No, I am also wondering if you carry any sort of spirits here. Anything will
do, really.”
The man sighs slightly, thinking. “Well, I have three or four small barrels of
something clear. In the back. One of the farmers outside of town makes it, I’m
not sure what from. I am hesitant to sell it really, considering I have no idea
what it is. I don’t want to blind you, sweetheart.”
“That sounds good actually,” Riet replies instantly, sidling closer. “I’ll take
all of it.”
“What?”
“So it’s settled then. I’ll get on my knees for you, and you can fuck my mouth
to your heart’s content, and then I will take your mystery liquor off your
hands.”
The man takes a breath in, holding it. He looks down at his hands, strong
fingers clasped in his shopkeeper’s apron as he finishes drying them.
“Alright.”
Riet ducks behind the counter, and I shift a little to see better. She moves
close to him, until they are nearly touching. Slowly, she raises herself up on
her toes, taking his bottom lip between her own and drawing it in, sucking
gently. Her fingers move to untie his apron, and in a moment she steps away
again, casting the cloth over the counter.
Fluidly, she goes to her knees. Her hands steady herself on his hips as she
begins to unlace his breeches with her mouth. The man heaves a breath, rubbing
his face with one hand in resigned disbelief. She looks up at him, her smile
radiant.
Her lips wrap around his head, her eyes locked on his from beneath her lashes.
She begins slowly, ghosting over his skin, running the tip of her tongue along
the underside of his shaft. She traces the lines of his bloodflow, moving
toward the base and back up again, before sliding him into her mouth
completely.
He merely watches her for a while, content to be administered to. When she
swallows him down the back of her throat however, he growls, sliding a hand
into her hair.
“Fuck,” he pants, thrusting into her mouth. “You’re going to rob me blind,
aren’t you?”
“Mmmmmh—” She pulls away from him, her hand continuing to stroke along his
length. “No. But thereis a herd of minotaurs standing outside, expecting me to
deliver those barrels.”
His mouth opens slightly, his head tilting. “Ah. Okay. Well nevertheless, I
must hold up my end of the bargain. You are desperate for some of this, right?”
His hand replaces hers, gripping himself in a tight fist.
“Yes, really I am. I’ve been trained to be such a good little cockslut.” She
reclines her head, straining toward him against his hold on her hair. “Please?”
“How can I say no to that?” He smiles down at her, sliding back down her
throat. “Ahhh— there’s a girl. Look at you, taking my cock. I’m just about to
head home, and a beautiful girl without a stitch on her walks into my shop and
begs to suck my dick. You like that? Feeling me all the way down your throat?”
Riet nods frantically, humming assent.
“Fuck. Good girl. You ready to take my come? No, I don’t want you to swallow.
You don’t get the choice.” His hips snap forward smartly a few more times, his
breathing labored. He stills then, the full length of him sunk deep into Riet’s
mouth. She waits patiently as he finishes, his chest heaving.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, stroking a thumb over her cheek. “Stay put for
me for just a moment. I’m in need of a piss.”
She strains to look up at him as he sighs, letting his head fall back. Riet’s
fingers twitch only slightly to indicate the man’s release—otherwise, she is
dutifully still.
Having taken his piss, Riet is unhanded, and she pulls back, gasping for
breath. He instantly drops to one knee beside her, apron in hand, wiping it
across her lips tenderly. “You okay?”
She nods, smiling softly. “Yes. Thank you.”
“No, sweet girl. I’m sorry I let that get out of hand. I have not felt as such
in many years. You undid me.”
“That’s okay,” she says, fingers absentmindedly touching his jawline. “I liked
it.”
 
I reach for the window ledge at Riet opens the door, calling in Eros and
Arietis to carry the casks the shopkeep rolls out from the back room. Minos
lifts me from my perch, holding me close.
“There’s my girl. Did you enjoy watching Riet?”
“Yes Sir,” I answer, dipping my head.
“I think you’ll enjoy this even more. How about I let you milk my cock for a
while? I want to feel that warm cunt of mine.” He reaches for the rope that
Raem hands him, and I can already feel myself beginning to drip.
***** Chapter 85 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
85.
“The only thing left is a vessel.”
“And where are we going to find one on such short notice?” Corvus’ irritation
draws a snarl in return from Menoetes. Theus steps between them.
“Knock it off. Show Her some respect.”
“Hey,” Erebus says softly. “Look.”
The eyes of the herd turn as one in the direction indicated by Erebus. The
woman crossing the square is haloed in the languid gold of the sun as it
struggles for purchase in the deepening sky. The slim tautness of her waist is
accentuated by the round curve of her ass, the fabric wound loosely around her
body nevertheless revealing her proportions. She walks with a determined
stride, chin raised proudly.
“Watch and learn, calves,” Erebus murmurs.
When the woman finds her path intercepted by the minotaur, she stops in her
tracks. Far from quailing however, she meets his eyes without fear, shifting
her weight into one hip. “Yes?”
Erebus smiles at her, only half-gently. “Hello, beautiful. On your way
somewhere?”
“From somewhere actually. I just went home to find my pathetic excuse for a
husband licking some bitch’s pussy on my kitchen floor. So I’m definitely not
headed back there.” Her eyes flick down over Erebus’ body, widening
fractionally when they stop to appraise his fully erect cock. “Do...you by any
chance have somewhere you think I should be?” Her eyes return to his face,
lashes fluttering.
“I think I have just the thing to salvage your evening,” he replies.
“Especially if you would like to return home with a good story to regale your
husband with.”
She shakes her head, sighing emphatically. “Itold him not to fuck with me the
night we were married. I warned him, I’m the vengeful type. Alright then, what
do you propose?”
Erebus directs his gaze our way. Her eyes follow his to take in the full herd,
arms crossed across their chests, erections proud. I watch as her eyes are
blown wide again, but slowly a smile begins to play at the edges of her lips.
“Perfect.”
Chapter End Notes
     (Ten points to Gryffindor if you can figure out who she's supposed to
     look like! More details in chapter to follow.)
***** Chapter 86 *****
86.
The woman proffers her wrists, pressed together before her. Eros winds a soft
strip of hide tightly around them, before binding her to the end of a cord. She
shifts subtly, a small roll of movement beginning with her jaw and echoing down
her sternum, breathing deeply to exaggerate the lift of her breasts. Eros looks
at her with amusement, but says nothing.
Minos charges Riet with holding the other end of the lead. As we return to the
cover of the forest, she walks beside the alpha, the cord cut just long enough
to force the captive to walk in the midst of the rest of the herd, the stature
of the bulls dwarfing her. I am carried by Theus, who walks alongside the
woman.
The procession is silent as we walk through the darkening wood. The bulls walk
with purpose—I know Saegr had been sent ahead earlier in the day to scout for a
suitable clearing, and had returned after staking a claim to it, ensuring Minos
it was well scented. In no time we’ve arrived, and Minos is clearly pleased
with his choice. The clearing is wide and carpeted in soft, sweet-smelling
grass. The full moon’s light filters through the canopy and gathers on the
forest floor in pools of luminescence. One large gap in the foliage overhead
causes a single iridescent beam to fall on one side of the clearing, centered
between two mid-size maple trees. My eyes straining, I can just make out the
slack tails of the cords knotted securely around their trunks.
Riet leads the woman on her leash to the center of the clearing. When Orion
approaches, knife in hand, her mouth opens to protest, but before she can speak
he deftly sweeps the blade through the knot in the fabric above her breasts.
The cloth parts and falls away. A mischievous smile curves her lips again, and
she bites her bottom one, looking up at Orion from beneath her lashes.
The other bulls make way for Minos as he moves to stand in front of the woman.
He strokes himself with one hand, almost absent-mindedly, his gaze moving
pointedly from his member to her. “Are you nice and wet for us, little slut?”
She pouts slightly in response, playing along. She gasps however when Minos
suddenly leans in and forces a hand between her thighs, stroking upward to
appraise her. “Ah yes, good girl.” And then over his shoulder to Raem and Taur:
“Alright. Get her ready.”
Somewhere in the process of the bulls leading her into the pool of moonlight
and their beginning to bind her to the trees, the woman realizes she’s in for
more than she bargained for. By the time she thinks to struggle, she is secured
in place, even as the two minotaurs continue to work. When they are done, she
is completely helpless, suspended between the maple trunks and unable to reach
the ground, her arms and legs stretched out and away from her. There are enough
bonds to ensure her comfort, as well as her immobility. As Taur crosses in
front of her to secure a knot, I notice the height of her suspension will allow
the bulls easy access.
Theus hands me off to Minos, who presses a long kiss to my forehead. His face
still close to mine, he whispers, “Be a good girl for me, Lia. I want you and
Riet to stay out of the way tonight, am I understood? I don’t want you getting
hurt.”
I nod earnestly, desperate to please him. “Yes, Minos, I’ll be good. I
promise.”
“Good. Now why don’t you and Riet go sit in the fork of that oak tree? I think
you’ll be able to see fine from there.”
***** Chapter 87 *****
87.
Settled comfortably in Riet’s lap, her fingers carding gently through my hair,
I watch the scene unfolding below us with rapt attention.
The woman’s struggles have begun to grow noticeably weaker as she writhes
against her bonds. Without a word, the bulls gather around her in a semicircle.
Minos steps forward, only a tail’s-length away from her. “What is your name?”
The woman looks up at him, her hair wild around her face, eyes blazing. “It’s
Rae’n.”
“Not tonight it won’t be. Tonight you will have the honor of serving as a
vessel for the Mother. The less you struggle, the easier this will be.”
“I have no intention of making this easy for you,” she spits back at him.
“Oh, it will make no difference to us if you fight. I only meant it will be
easier for you. I assume you would like to return to your body when this is all
over.”
“What??!”
“Taurn, if you please.”
Taurn steps up and, ignoring Rae’n’s flung invectives, fits a strip of hide
between her teeth, lashing it behind her head.
Minos turns next to address Corvus. “The bullroot.” Corvus and Rigel step
forward on either side of their alpha, Rigel hefting one of the casks offered
by the shopkeeper. Corvus procures a square of precisely folded suede.
Reverently, he reverses the folds of the package, until it lays open on his
palm. The moonlight plays delicately through the complex curves of the herb in
his outstretched hand. Corvus and Rigel turn to look at Minos.
Minos’ hands, palms turned forward, fingers slightly curled, rest at his sides.
He raises his head to address the sky beyond the canopy. The forest seems to
hold its breath.
“Great Mother,” he starts, his voice rolling deeply through the trees. “On this
night, the night you birthed the first minotaurs from your boundless womb and
gave us to the earth, we gather to ask to return to your sight, to feel once
more the warmth of your body envelop us. We have brought you a vessel to fill,
and through her sacrifice, we may rejoin with you and know you again. As you
taught your son, who spread the teachings among us, we have gathered the
bullroot, the holy herb you sewed in the earth for us as we slept on the eve of
the full moon’s radiance—your radiance. We will partake of your gift, and
through it, reach out for you, to once again know what it is to be within you.”
Rigel places the cask on the grass between Minos and Rae’n. Corvus sinks to a
knee beside it, letting the herb fall from his palm into the depths of the
liquid, its surface silvered with moonlight.
Once Rigel and Corvus have returned to their places, Minos reaches down to heft
the cask, raising it before him. “We drink to you, The Mother of All Things,
and ask that you grace us with your presence this night.” He takes a slow
breath. Raising the edge of the cask to his lips, he drinks deeply.
In turn, all of the bulls partake. Once they have each had their share, Theus
brings the cask to Rae’n. Removing the gag, he lifts the nearly empty barrel so
she can drink. At first she turns her head to refuse, but with some persuasion
from Theus, she, too takes a long draught.
After that, time seems to distend and warp, and I am immune to its passing as I
watch. Riet and I are stock-still and silent.
Slowly, gradually, the human woman’s body grows still. Her eyes close, but her
head remains upright, an expression of peace settling over her features.
When she opens her eyes again, a brilliant and tender light emanates from them,
bright enough to conceal the eyes themselves. Almond-shaped beacons are left in
their place. Her breasts lift as she draws in a deep breath, savoring the air
as it fills her lungs. Her fingers uncoil from their fists, and her shoulders
pull back proudly. Her attention seems to focus on Minos, and a smile of
heartbreaking warmth graces her features.
“Minos,” the woman greets him. But the voice is not Rae’n’s. It is much deeper,
more velvet—a voice like a warm, protective blanket, like the summer sky. She
blinks a long, slow blink. “My son.”
“Mother,” Minos replies, his voice sounding almost small. Crossing a fist over
his chest, he sinks to one knee and bows his head. The rest of the herd follows
suit. “Your presence honors us.”
“Rise, Brave Minos,” she says, lifting her chin. Her gaze sweeps over the
others. “All of you. I have watched your heard this last turn. You have done
well. You have fought mightily, taught wisely, and struck a balance between
justice and your nature. I am proud to call you minotaurs.”
She directs her attention to Eros. “Eros. Come here, my love.”
The other bulls return to their feet as Eros trades places with the alpha. The
face of the woman smiles down at him, cocking her head slightly to one side.
“You will be first, Eros. Come home to me now. Come here.”
Eros steps forward. With a nod of encouragement from her, Eros strokes his
fingertips along the curve of her hips, and she closes her eyes and hums in
pleasure, the harmonic sound resonating softly through the trees. Their eyes
lock together, and it is clear that the rest of their conversation is occurring
in silence between them. After a moment, Eros lowers his head, his hands steady
on her body. She whispers something to him.
Eros slides his cock into her in one smooth stroke. She opens her mouth to
moan, her eyelids fluttering. The minotaur’s hips shudder and his fingers grip
tighter as he is overwhelmed. His next stroke is hesitant and slow, his head
still bowed, his breathing labored. But she continues to murmur words of
encouragement, urging him on until his thrusting picks up a rhythm, his cock
surging in and out of her. Eros pants, letting his head fall back.
A faint glow begins to emanate from between the woman’s thighs. Slowly at
first, and then more rapidly, it begins to leak outward, haloing her whole body
in a palely glowing mist, a subtle corona that has me grinding my knuckles into
my eyes. But when I look again, it’s still there—just on the edges of my
perception. The halo wreaths upward, gathering around the woman’s head and
extending outward to either side.
Letting my gaze unfocus slightly, I can see it—the image of a female minotaur,
the wraith-shape hovering around the human form.
Eros cries out, and his hips snap forward a final time. Even as the woman’s
hands remain bound, the hand of the corona stretches forward to cup Eros’ face,
stroking it gently.
***** Chapter 88 *****
88.
Hours later, I am fighting to stay awake, leaning back against Reit’s shoulder
with her arms around me, both of us exhausted. Despite sleep’s attempts to drag
me below the surface, my attention is still raptly focused on the herd,
standing still in a half-ring as Theus surges in and out of the bound woman and
the luminous presence of the female minotaur both, his thrusting barely
controlled.
Theus finally comes undone, his hips straining forward as he grips woman’s
waist in desperation. The Mother places her hands on his shoulders, massaging
slightly. “There you go,” she whispers.
Only Minos is left. Theus retreats to make way for his alpha. As Minos stands
before her, their eyes lock. A long silence ensues as they both remain
unmoving, the air between them seeming to shimmer with fullness.
When he enters her, the Mother moans; a long, softly-drawn out sound. The alpha
heaves a breath as he sinks into her fully, pausing for a moment to study her
face. She smiles at him, leaning in to touch his nose with hers.
Then he is moving, his pace reverent and strong. My eyes rove over his body—his
legs wide, taut muscles rolling, his hands tight on the vessel’s waist. Over
and over he pounds into her, and she rolls her head back, crying out his name.
Hearing it only serves to urge Minos on, his rhythm becoming more jagged,
desperate. The light wreathing them both grows more intense, and I squint
against it, struggling now to make out their forms.
Behind Minos, Theus once more sinks to his knees. The rest of the herd follows
suit, their heads bowed.
My vision begins to swim, my head growing light. The light filling the clearing
reaches out for me, and I wonder absentmindedly how the moon wound up down here
in the forest.
It is my last thought before I am gone, pushed down beyond the edge of
consciousness.
***** Chapter 89 *****
89.
Minos is warm around me, his body cradling mine. As I stretch I feel my skin
sliding against Riet’s, her arm curled comfortingly around my waist. I moan
softly as I scent her arousal, although her breathing remains soft and cadenced
with sleep. I twist to find Theus wrapped around her, the four of us laying
down among the gently swaying grass. I twist back toward Minos, thinking about
the best way to wake him up.
And then memory comes flooding back to me. How had I gotten here? I had no
recollection of falling asleep. Or any of last night after...after. After what?
I begin to panic, my body going rigid as I search frantically for anything, any
scrap of the previous night’s events.
Minos wakes instantly, his hand flying to my hip. I watch him take me in,
sweeping over my body for any sign of injury. His gaze flits briefly to Riet
and Theus, but returns to me, a question in his eyes.
“I… I can’t remember…”
Minos relaxes slightly, his hand caressing my side. “That’s perfectly normal.
You might not be able to for a while. Last night was the Mother’s Night.
Remember love, we went into that human village and found—”
Minos continues to speak, but I cannot hear him over the imagery that comes
flooding back. The curves of the vessel we chose, the minotaurs on their knees,
the light… The light, everywhere, filling my mouth, threading between my
fingers, my thighs…
“What… Why did I fall asleep?”
“I don’t know, my love. The Mother works in strange ways. She may have been
trying to protect you, to ease you out of the ceremony. Legend tells of a human
man who once accidentally witnessed a herd’s communion on Mother’s Night. He
went mad. Roamed the forest for decades, tearing at his own flesh, asking
anyone who would listen where she was, saying he needed to find her. No one
knew who he was talking about, aside from the minotaurs of course.”
“She was...beautiful.” My lips tremble at the memory of her, at the sight of
Minos’ cock sinking deep between her thighs...
“Yes. We are honored for her to have returned to us. She gives us strength for
the year ahead with her blessing.” Minos looks up as Theus begins to stir,
before returning his attention to me again. “That way, I never lose the ability
to fuck that heartbreakingly sweet little pussy of yours, baby girl. Spread
that open for me. There you go, good girl.”
Just as Minos enters me, I hear Riet mewl, her body writhing against mine. I
turn to see Theus fucking her awake, his thick member buried deep within her.
Smoothly, I rotate around to face her, never letting Minos’ cock slip from me.
The alpha growls his approval as I pull gently at Riet’s lower lip with my
teeth, coaxing her into consciousness.
***** Chapter 90 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
90.
When I beg to go with him on his hunt, Theus concedes, as long as I promise to
behave and stay very quiet. I love hunting with the bulls—the serenity of the
forest all around us, their pulse wild inside of me as they stalk their prey,
their elation when their arrow flies true, and their resulting desire to pound
into me, growling about their mastery into my ear.
I stretch up on my tiptoes, reaching up to him. Theus lifts me off the ground
and forces his thick cock between my legs. “Fuck,” he sighs. “My memories never
do that sweet pussy credit.”
 
The small stag snaps its head up suddenly, its ears swivelling. But the noise
is not from us—two squirrels are tussling in a pine bough overhead. The
creature’s eyes locate their play, and reassured, its head dips again to the
bed of ferns, its mouth working frantically.
Theus raises himself slightly from the undergrowth, sliding forward a few more
paces. I feel his shaft flex inside of me. The tension in his body increases as
he pulls back on the already nocked arrow, preparing to release.
A small sound from overhead is the only warning before a shape falls from the
canopy, hurtling downward toward the deer. The animal is only beginning to
react to the sound when a knife slides in cleanly behind its shoulder blade.
Its legs collapse immediately, falling under the weight of the attacker.
The girl pauses as she hovers over the stag, holding the hilt of the knife
steady, ensuring a quick end. In only a few breaths, the deer stops moving
altogether, its eyes sliding shut. She stands then, appraising the kill.
She is small of stature, but lithely strong, the material of her pants forest
green and skin-tight. Above them she wears a corset of tanned leather, criss-
crossed in buckles and straps. Strips of leather encircle her thighs,
supporting an empty holster for her knife. The hair around her shoulders is
wild and darkly black, the same deep hue as her eyes.
Theus moves forward, breaking through the dense tangle of branches. “Hey!” He
calls out, and the girls’ head whips around. She doesn’t react as the minotaur
storms toward her, stopping only to tower over her height.
Her full lips curl upwards into a sardonic smile. “Hey there big guy,” she
says, her eyes sweeping over him, pausing only briefly on me. “Is there
something I can help you with?”
“You stole my kill.” Theus’ voice is threatening, but the girl seems to take no
notice.
“Your kill! Funny. I’ve been following this stag all morning. He’s mine.” Her
feet shift subtly to widen her stance. Theus’ cock strains forward again inside
of me, betraying his anger at her insolence.
“Listen here little bitch, I could make this less than pleasant for—”
“I’ll fight you for it.” Her mischievous smile is radiant.
“Sorry?” Theus coughs.
“You heard me. Put aside your fucktoy and fight me for the deer. If you can
catch me, it’s yours.”
Theus is quiet for a moment, but slowly his posture relaxes against me, his
tension dissipating. “Alright, fine. But if I can catch you, I will have my way
with you.”
Her lips quirk up again. “Oh, I had hoped you would. But let’s see. If I win,
you have to eat me out. That’s only fair.”
Theus settles the bow and quiver against a fallen log, and reaches around
behind him to unknot the cord that binds me. “Lia, go sit up there.” He jerks
his chin upward, indicating the branches above. He lowers me to the ground and
I obey without a word, quickly scaling one of the trees and settling in to
watch.
The girl opens a pocket on her corset, extracting two long strips of soft
leather. She begins to wrap her hands, Theus smiling at her in amusement.
“Alright,” she says, finishing with one hand and moving on to the other.
“Neither of us can leave the glade. No spine-breaking. No dismemberment.”
“Oh thank the good Mother. I was worried about you dismembering me.”
The girl smiles, graciously ignoring the comment. She encircles her wrist once
more, tying off the end of the strip. “Alright then,” she says, bouncing on the
balls of her feet. “Come and get me.”
Theus begins to circle her slowly, looking for just the right opening. The girl
mirrors his movements, crouched low, coiled like a spring. She can’t help her
wide smile, and Theus scoffs at her. “You won’t be so sure of yourself when I’m
fucking you unconscious, rover girl.”
“I’d like to see you get close enough to try,” she replies.
Theus feints in toward her, but she doesn’t react. Before he finishes his step
backward, he lunges again, hurtling toward her. The girl dips lower as he heads
in her direction, pressing off the ground to hurtle upwards. Her leap has her
spinning above and to the left of him, her body arcing in a perfect backflip.
She lands softly in the ferns out of his reach. Theus spins around to face her,
nodding. “Okay,” he says, shrugging slightly. “I see.”
They circle for a few more heartbeats, their eyes flickering over their
opponent’s body, hunting for weakness. When Theus charges her again, she sinks
to the ground, hurrying forward and dipping between his legs. Just as he passes
above her, she leaps and twists to plant a foot squarely on his back, pushing
away from him. When Theus turns again to face her, his face is contorted in a
half-snarl.
Their dance increases in fervor. Theus runs at her again and again, but she
evades him every time. Finally, chest heaving, he whirls to face her as she
leaps away yet another time, coming to rest on her haunches, one hand steadying
herself in the soft earth. “I was right. You are a little bitch. You could run
away from me until it grows dark, but you’re too afraid to land a punch.” I can
tell by the way her eyes narrow in response that his comment hits home.
She is the next to move, hurling herself toward him. He reaches out to catch
her, but she lands high, grabbing onto his shoulder and hauling herself up. She
laces her legs around his neck, squeezing her thighs together, fingers fisted
in his pelt.
Theus struggles for a moment, before reaching up and prying her off. He flips
her over his head and down to the ground, kneeling over her. His heavy cock
rests between her breasts, and his hands pin down her wrists beside her head.
“Alright,” Theus pants. “You ready to milk my dick, baby girl?”
The girl pauses a moment, blinking up at him. She glances at his posture, his
cock lying long and hard against her chest. She dips her head, pressing her
chin down, and laves her tongue over its head. Her mouth catches Theus off-
guard, and just as his grip loosens, she twists her hips and kicks her legs up,
pressing her knees into his back to slide herself underneath him, rolling away.
Theus springs to his feet and opens his mouth to comment, but she cuts him off.
“If you’re allowed to use your dick as a weapon, I’m allowed to use it as a
weakness.” She crosses her arms, cocking a hip outward. “You don’t see me
shoving my pussy into your face.”
“That’s because you aren’t brave enough to try.”
“Oh I will,” she tosses back. “After I win. I want to savor it.”
Theus changes tactics, edging closer to her as he circles, moving in slowly.
She remains standing, her eyes following his movements.
When he moves forward he comes in low, but she dodges, shifting to one side
just enough for him to miss her. His momentum carries him nearly into the
trees, but he jars to a halt. Their struggle picks up pace, the girl evading
him at closer range now. Theus twists and reaches after her, hands sweeping
through the air where she was only a moment before. She runs a tight circle
around him, her fingers closing on the end of his lashing tail. Theus growls
again, spinning with her as her flight tugs painfully on him. She retreats as
far as she can, her arm outstretched, standing behind him. Both of them are
breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat visible on the girl’s neck. He strains to
look over his shoulder, and suddenly, his shoulders fall.
“Alright, alright. That’s enough.” He heaves a breath, dipping his head. “You
can have this one.”
“Say it,” she pants. “Say I’ve won.”
His laugh hitches. “You win. Happy now?”
“Very,” she concedes. “But I want to know that when I let go you aren’t going
to try anything.”
Theus looks behind him again. “Minotaurs are many things,” he bites back, “But
we honor our word on the rare occasion that we give it.”
There is a tense pause, but it is broken when she opens her hand, releasing
him. “Okay then,” she says as he turns to face her. “Time for me to collect.”
Chapter End Notes
     She’s someone too, ahaha. Guesses welcome!
***** Chapter 91 *****
91.
She reclines on a large moss-covered rock on the edge of the glade, relaxing
back on her elbows. Her naked body is more beautiful even than her form-fitting
clothes had hinted at—her stomach tight, the musculature just below the skin
smooth and pliant. She bends her knees and plants her feet apart, smiling at
Theus. He sinks to one knee on the ground beside the boulder. He pushes her
legs wider, lowering his head. “This isn’t such a bad consolation prize,” he
remarks, stretching out his tongue to taste her.
She gasps, her back arching. Her open mouth curves upward at the edges as she
recovers. “Well I’m glad you can enjoy yourself.”
Theus licks a long stripe up the length of her sex, before returning to slide
his tongue inside her, pressing upward. She moans and sighs for him, her hips
rolling. His hands move to hold them steady, and his assault on her
intensifies, his mouth sucking at her clit. She struggles for breath, lying
back completely, her fingers clutching at the moss.
When she comes, no liquid spills from her, but her climax is evident. Theus
laps at her still, and she barely begins to fight before she is swept up again,
her second orgasm following on the heels of the first. His mouth still hovering
over her, Theus looks up to meet her eyes, their expression a silent
acknowledgement of his victory.
Without warning, she begins to urinate, the stream easily finding its mark.
Theus locks his mouth over her, drinking deeply. The girl laughs softly,
raising herself back up on her elbows. “Look at the mighty minotaur now.”
Theus licks the last drops from her, his voice dark as he responds. “Watch it
girl. You are lucky I like the sweet taste of your piss.”
 
As Theus and I watch the girl drag the carcass of the stag away, Theus sighs,
tying me to him once more. “Well then, I guess we’ll have to find ourselves
another quarry.”
I look up at him. “Do you mean a deer? Or another girl?”
He laughs, checking his knots. “Whatever the forest should deign to send our
way, we will make use of.”
***** Chapter 92 *****
92.
“Girls! Come here. Both of you.”
“Fuck, Minos,” Haenr half-growls. Despite being headed his way, I stop in my
tracks, turning to face the alpha.
“Would you prefer it if I fucked you instead?” Minos growls back, levelling a
steady gaze in his direction. “Know your place, Haenr. You can use her when I
am finished.”
When Haenr doesn’t reply, I make for Minos’ side, but am halted again when I
see his face and hear Haenr rising to his feet behind me. I whirl back toward
him, flattening my ears. Something in my chest sings for me to run, but I stand
my ground.
Haenr takes three massive strides, moving to stand over me. He rests one hand
on my head, and grips his cock with the other, emphasizing its weight. The rest
of the herd has stopped in their tracks, their heads turning toward us. When
Haenr speaks again, his voice is low. “And if I use her first?”
Minos rises to his feet and walks calmly toward us, his eyes steady on the
other minotaur. When he stops, he is close enough for me to reach out and touch
him, but I remain still.
“Then you would be making a grave mistake, Haenr. Do not mistake my benevolence
for weakness. I am your alpha. I have earned my place above you. And you would
be wise to honor my rank, as well as your own.”
Behind Minos, I see Theus moving forward to stand behind him. The beta crosses
his arms, his gaze expectant.
Haenr’s hand slips down to grip the back of my neck. His fingers aren’t tight
enough to be uncomfortable, but his possessiveness grabs Minos’ attention.
“Don’t involve Lia in this. This has nothing to do with her.”
“Doesn’t it though?” Haenr bites back. “You are forever claiming more than your
fair share of her attention. I am tired of waiting my turn night after night
while she serves your every whim.”
“Lia is mine, first and foremost.”
“Well perhaps I don’t think she should be.”
“As long as I am the alpha of this herd, that will remain the case.”
“Only that long.”
Before Minos can reply, Haenr begins to piss, the stream landing low on the
alpha’s leg.
Minos leaps forward, and I know he does his best to clear my height, but my
teeth rattle as his left hoof catches me in the shoulder and I am thrown to the
ground. Theus hurtles past overhead, successfully avoiding where I am curled on
the ground. Several of the other bulls jump to their feet, and I push myself
off the ground, running for the trees. I hurriedly scale the first trunk I
reach, scrambling onto a branch overhanging the clearing.
At this point, Minos has Haenr backed up against a large pine, Theus solidly
beside him.
“Get on your knees,” Minos growls.
“No,” Haenr retorts from between clenched teeth. I look more closely and see
Minos’ hand wrapped around Haenr’s cock, his thumb pressed against its tip.
“If you want to challenge me for my position, don’t do it half-heartedly.
Either confront me or don’t. But I will not suffer disrespect in my herd. If
you think you can keep twenty-one hot-tempered minotaurs working together as a
group better than I, please, it would be my honor to take your challenge
seriously. I will warn you, I have a feeling I have earned the others’ loyalty.
Now tell me you want to vie for alpha or get on your fucking knees.”
Haenr’s glare sends a shiver up my spine, but he doesn’t respond. After a
moment of tense silence, the battle is over, and he sinks reluctantly downward,
Minos releasing his grip to let him kneel.
Minos makes short work of himself, all business as he brings himself to the
edge. His come spills thickly over Haenr’s face, just as Theus aims a jet of
piss at his softening cock.
***** Chapter 93 *****
93.
Minos keeps me for the rest of the evening, and several times I look up and
catch him staring at Haenr as he pounds into me. The other bull sits across the
fire pit on his own, his cock soft between his legs. I can feel the herd
shifting subtly, the tension of the evening reshaping its structure.
Riet is making her own rounds servicing the herd, and I watch as Corvus rises
and orders her to bend over a fallen log, his fingers beginning to work open
the tightness of her ass.
Despite Minos monopolizing me for so many hours, when I settle down to sleep it
is with Bacchus, who is quick to force himself inside me, his pulse resounding
powerfully within my sensitive flesh. “There we go, baby,” he whispers into my
hair. “Is that better little love? I know you waited so patiently for my cock.”
I whimper, squirming in his grasp. “Yeah,” I pant, working along his length.
“I’ve been so good, Sir, please… Please fuck me hard. Please—”
My voice chokes off as he closes a hand around my throat, the pressure enough
to stop my breathing but not enough to hurt. My eyes snap to his, trying to
convey my desperation, my need to have him own me, to have him force me to
submit.
“Fuck, Lia. I love when you plead with those pretty eyes of yours. Of course
I’ll fuck you hard. You’ve earned it. And then I’ll fill that tight little
pussy of yours with my come. Do you want that?”
Please, I mouth in reply, my vision beginning to swim.
He releases his grip on my neck, dragging his hand down the length of my body.
He thrusts into me once, deep and powerful, his teeth ground together. I cry
out, my fingers digging into his fur. I press my face against him as he repeats
the motion, slow and teasing. I know he can feel me building toward my own
collapse, and he is leading me there slowly, dragging it out. I feel the tears
begin to prick at my eyes as the need courses through my body, to serve, to
please, to be good for them. To fulfill my purpose in this life. His hand comes
to cradle the back of my head, his thumb stroking my temple. “Shhh,” he
whispers softly, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Just take my cock, sweetheart.
I’ve got you.”
He picks up his speed then, jackknifing in and out of me as my body responds of
its own will, wetness soaking the insides of my thighs. I stifle a sob, but he
murmurs, “Not yet. Don’t come until I tell you to.” A fine tremor wracks me as
I back away from the edge, pushing down on the apocalypse building in my core.
I cling to him more tightly, and he responds with a particularly deep thrust,
the head of his cock sending a shockwave through me.
Without warning, Bacchus rises to his feet, holding me tightly to him. With his
cock still thick and hot inside me, he strides to the edge of the clearing, out
of the way of the rest of the herd. Just before we break into the trees, he
turns to face the way we came. With some adjusting, I am facing outward as
well, the shapes of the sleeping bulls around the dying fire fully in my line
of sight.
Holding tightly to my waist, he hooks one of my legs up over his forearm,
spreading me wide. His thrusts hit me deeper this time, his shaft rubbing
against the most sensitive parts inside of me over and over. I nearly scream
from the pleasure and pain of it.
“What do you see Lia?” Bacchus growls into my ear, rolling one of my nipples
between my fingers. I arch my back into him, struggling to form coherent
thoughts.
“The herd,” I gasp softly. “My herd.”
“That’s right. Any of these bulls would give their lives for you. I don’t know
why it happened this way. You were meant to be nothing more than a toy, one we
would likely break eventually. But the old magic works in strange ways. You
kept a herd of bulls together that was on the brink of shattering apart. You
did that, Lia. You and those pleading eyes and that warm pussy and your
desperation to make us happy. Minos needed you especially, and you were a
guiding light for him. You gave him purpose. Something we all had been missing
for so long.”
Every one of his words and thrusts has the tears rolling freely down my face. I
close my eyes and lead my head back against him, surrendering completely.
“Good girl,” Bacchus whispers. “Give in. I’ve got you.”
I let my body go completely limp, but Bacchus is there, strong around me and
within me, holding me together. I feel every detail of him as he fucks into me
again and again, and I feel the rush of his come as it pushes along his length,
finally exploding into me. Still I wait for his command, even as he continues
moving, pushing his come into my depths. Finally he stills, buried completely
within me, the tip of his cock resting against the entrance to my womb.
“Come, Lia.”
I don’t even have to try to obey him. I am immediately undone, the blood
leaving my fingers completely. I am dimly aware of the liquid pouring out of me
around him, dripping down my leg. His breathing is the only thing holding me
steady as I seize around him more times than I can count, the air torn from my
lungs.
The next thing I am aware of is sitting in his lap while he reclines against
the trunk of a tree, his cock still thick between my legs and against my
opening but no longer within me. Exhausted, I rest my head against his chest,
his heartbeat resonating through my head.
“You are always such a good girl for me Lia,” he murmurs, and I heave a
contented sigh, my breathing still shaky. “Shhh, relax. I’ve still got you. Why
don’t you thank that big cock that just fucked you so well?”
I know what he wants from me, and without moving I release, letting the urine
flow from me. It spills over his shaft, flowing down to soak into the moss
below us. Bacchus moans, stroking my hair. “Good little slut. That is the only
proper way to honor a minotaur.”
“Bacchus,” I mumble, my limbs so heavy but my mind still spinning.
“Yes little one?”
“Why did Haenr defy Minos earlier? Doesn’t he know that it isn’t his job to be
alpha?”
“He knows that deep down, I think,” Bacchus sighs, “But he was almost alpha
himself once. When we were all young and vying for dominance, Haenr was a
strong contender for alpha. His cock grew early, and he and Minos were
constantly fighting, one of them wrestling the other to the ground and trying
to force himself inside the other.”
My eyes widen, and I shift to look up at Bacchus. “But Minos told that other
herd—”
“It is a game for young bulls to play,” he assures me, scratching me behind an
ear. “Something usually only resorted to when a hierarchy is struggling to
emerge. But Haenr gave as good as he got from him. Theus was already aligned
with Minos, and Haenr had Taurn lined up to be his second. Anyway, one
afternoon Minos confronted Haenr before breakfast, when all of us were
gathering for a hunt. He ordered Haenr onto his knees. Haenr of course refused,
but instead of throwing the first punch, he just stared back at Minos. They
stayed like that for a long time. For a while it seemed that neither of them
was going to win, and one of them certainly would have broken eventually. But
for one of them to back down would have been to admit defeat. An alpha should
not have to resort to violence to lead his herd. Well, what eventually happened
is that Saegr stepped forward. He came up behind Haenr and forced him to his
knees. Minos had done better than simply forcing Haenr to submit—he earned the
respect and support of the rest of us. Saegr and Rigel held Haenr down while
Minos fucked him. Minos was merciful, and it was over quickly. After that, none
of us ever questioned his leadership. Haenr served as the omega for a few
seasons for his insolence, but the same strength that almost made him alpha had
him settled higher in the ranks soon enough. Things have been peaceful for the
most part since we were calves, but every now and then Haenr’s blood gets
heated and he steps out of line. But things will go back to normal soon. They
always do. Even Eros has recovered from what happened. Worry not, kit,” Bacchus
says again, stroking a hand along my tail. “All shall be well.”
“Sir?” My voice rises barely above a whisper, but I know he hears me.
“Yes?”
“Will you use me one last time before I go to sleep?”
“And still she wants more,” Bacchus laughs, the sound rumbling through my body.
“Yes baby girl, I’ll fuck you again. But then you have to behave and get right
to sleep. You have work to do tomorrow.”
“I promise,” I agree, nodding. “I’ll be asleep before you’re even finished.”
“Alright then.” He picks me back up, and we return to our place by the fire.
Laying me down beside him, he slips his cock easily back inside me. I mewl as
he stretches me again, but he brushes his thumb over my lips. “Sleep now Lia,”
he whispers as he rocks out and back in. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.
I want you to fuck me awake in the morning. I want that wet little cunt to be
the first thing I know tomorrow.”
“Yessir,” I respond, my tongue not quite making it around the syllables.
The steadiness of his rhythm drags me down into sleep, the last of the
tightness in my shoulders unwinding as he fucks me gently.
***** Chapter 94 *****
94.
The following day, Saegr fells a two large stags, and Minos calls for a feast.
Moros sets out for the nearest human village, only a few miles away, and soon
returns with a cask of strong wine.
When the cask is opened, Minos calls Riet and I to his side. He takes a drought
from the cask, before sinking to a knee and urging me closer. He leans down to
place his lips against mine, parting them slightly to allow me to take the wine
from his mouth, its flavor mixed with his. The warmth of it spreads down my
throat, instantly sending a sparkling fire into my blood. He repeats the
process for Riet, and throughout the night we are each gifted with a few more
swallows. Soon my head is swimming, and I moan with wild abandon when Kratos
fucks me, my sense of touch heightened, even as my vision grows bleary.
The rest of the evening is a blur of roasting meat and flowing drink. Riet and
I dance together beside the fire, the bulls cheering for us. When I trip over
her tail, we both fall into the grass, and she is instantly upon me, her lips
warm and hungry against my own. I arch up into her, my tongue exploring the
contours of her mouth.
We roll over and over, until I am on top of her, my fingers reaching down to
stroke between her legs. She throws her head back and cries out, and I can feel
the bulls watching us, their cocks twitching eagerly.
Suddenly a presence looms behind me, and when I twist around to check I find
Minos, keeling behind us in the grass. He holds up a hand to me, motioning for
me to wait. “No, stay where you are. I want you two just like that.” I bite my
lip as I watch him, savoring the grip of his strong hand around his thick cock
as he maneuvers the head of it to rest against my pussy. Riet has stilled as
well and we both wait, our breathing shallow.
“Stay still for me girls,” he instructs us.
The motion so familiar and so comforting, he rams forward, filling me with his
cock. Before I can revel in the fullness however, he is retreating, his length
leaving me entirely. When he thrusts forward again, I hear Riet moan, and I
feel his presence inside of her against my body, pressed as tightly together as
we are. He pulls out of her, only to plunge into me again, his shaft now soaked
in the essence of both Riet and I.
As he adjusts to the distance between us he picks up his pace, every other one
of his thrusts plunging his cock into me, the ones in between for Riet. The
rest of the herd gathers around to watch.
Minos growls, low under his breath. “Fuck, what good little girls I have. So
good to keep these pussies wet and ready for me to fuck them. And both at the
same time no less,” he adds, laughing darkly. I shift against Riet, reacting to
his words. She moans again, breathy and desperate. I lean down to lick a stripe
up her throat. She pants, mouth open, and I take advantage of it, spitting onto
her tongue. “Lia, what a naughty girl you are,” Minos says, laying a smack
across one side of my ass.
“Thank you, Sir,” I gasp, arching my back more to press closer to him. He
continues to fuck us smoothly, sliding from my pussy into Riet’s and back
again, never breaking his pace.
Arietis crouches down by our heads, heavy cock in hand. “I think you two can be
even more useful than you already are being,” he laughs, sliding his cock into
the space between our lips. I lap at the precome beading at his slit as Riet
tongues the underside of his shaft.
Minos squeezes my ass again where he just hit me, and my cry is stifled as
Menoetes kneels down beside Arietis and shoves his dick unceremoniously down my
throat. “Such efficient slavegirls,” Minos comments. Soon, others are joining
us in the grass, until Riet and I both grasp a cock in each hand, our lips
stretched around the shafts of the bulls fucking our mouths. The remainder of
the herd presses close, stroking themselves fervently. “How about this,” Minos
says thoughtfully, his voice surprisingly calm considering his ragged
breathing. “Whichever of you sweet girls can hold off on coming longest gets to
take my seed. Sound fair?”
Riet and I both whimper around our full mouths, and I immediately begin trying
to suppress the fevered storm brewing between my thighs, threatening to break,
to spill out over Minos’ thick cock, and Riet’s pussy, and the earth beneath
us… I know Riet is having just as hard a time as she writhes beneath me. She
bucks upward, the hardness of her pelvis grinding against my clit just as Minos
surges into me, pounding against my inner walls. I scream around Menoetes, just
barely keeping the storm at bay.
But then I realize how I can win. Immediately, I begin grinding down against
Riet, rolling my hips against hers. Minos has no trouble finding his mark again
and again, even as I rut against her and tears begin to gather at the corner of
her eyes, her mouth working more frantically around Arietis as she swallows him
down. Heat pours from her, and she begins to match my motions, forgetting
herself as her body reacts to the pleasure, wanting more of it, seeking
release. I give her what she wants, finding her most sensitive at one angle in
particular, her clit swollen and her moans echoing in my ears—
Menoetes wraps a hand around the back of my head, pulling me flush against him
as the head of his cock slips down my throat. He comes with a snarl, pouring
his thick seed down past where I have the choice to swallow. Just as he does, I
feel Riet come undone below me. Her hips snap up a final time, and I feel it as
Minos rests his cock against her entrance, his shaft pressed against me as
well. She comes, and as Menoetes releases me I crane around to see her spilling
out over his shaft, the liquid dripping down over his balls.
Minos looks up, and his eyes meet mine. “Well Lia,” he says, his mouth twisting
into my favorite smile. “I guess my seed is yours then.”
I beam back at him, bowing lower to spread myself open even more. “Ready and
waiting for you, Sir,” I reply, swishing my tail once.
He plunges into me again, and I moan, long and loud. He grips my hair in one
hand and pulls back, tilting my jaw upwards. Saegr steps into place above me,
just in time to paint my face in thick stripes of his come. “What a pretty
little thing you are,” Minos says from between clenched teeth. “My herd’s come
on your face, that pussy tight around my cock. Are you going to behave and let
everyone else who hasn’t had a turn already fuck you, too?”
“Yes Minos,” I gasp, come sliding between my parted lips.
“Good,” Minos says as his hand comes down again on my ass, sending white
flashing across my vision. “I want to see my bulls content and happy. Show me
how well I trained this pretty little cunt of yours, sweetheart.”
I am beginning to shake, my impending orgasm rattling through my bones. I whine
pathetically, fucking back against Minos. Just as I am about to shatter, he
bottoms out, his balls slapping smartly against my clit. He leans down at the
same time to growl low and dangerous into my ear, “Come. Now.”
I obey, arching and calling out as I finally finally give in, warmth rushing
out of me, eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave crests over me, dragging me
below the surface. The head of Minos’ cock presses against something deep
inside of me, and I revel in the sensation of it pulsing insistently as he
claims me with his seed. His breath still warm in my ear, he grips my hair
tighter, his fingers unrelenting. “Good little comeslut. Take it. Good girl.”
When the waves of pleasure finally stop, I feel Riet licking gently at my face.
I open my eyes to find her cleaning off Saegr’s come, and I begin to do the
same, lapping up what Arietis left behind on her. Minos pulls out of me, and I
whimper at the loss, my hips rolling up into empty air.
“It’s okay baby,” Eros says as he leans down to pet my head. “I’ll fill that
aching little pussy for you. But why don’t you let Riet lick it clean first.
I’d hate to let what Minos so graciously gave you go to waste.”
The bulls around us move back far enough to allow Riet to roll me over, kissing
down over my body until her mouth is hovering between my thighs. Taur settles
behind me, propping me up half-sitting against his knee. “There’s a girl,” he
whispers into my hair as Riet bows low, her ass in the air as her tongue works
into me. “Push that come out. Give Riet what she wants.”
I do as he bids me, flexing and relaxing the muscles in my pelvis to force
Minos’ seed toward Riet’s lips. Intent on her task, Riet doesn’t notice Theus
kneeling down behind her until he begins to massage a finger into her ass,
dipping down to work his tongue in alongside it. Riet gasps against my pussy,
and I smile down at her, carding my fingers through her hair. “Come on,” I urge
her on, pressing her face against me. “You want our alpha’s seed? Let me give
it to you.” I moan breathily, letting my head fall back against Taur.
“Tell her she’s a slut, Lia,” Taur orders.
“You’re a slut, Riet. A slut for these bulls. All you want is cock, isn’t it?
You want it shoved into your pussy, and your mouth, and your ass, and like a
slut all you do is moan and beg for more.” I moan again as she begins to lap at
the come dripping out of me.
“Good girl,” Taur praises me, grasping my jaw with one hand and slipping his
thumb into my mouth. His other hand squeezes my breast, even as I clench over
and over, working so hard to push Minos’ come out for Riet. She hums her
approval, her fingers moving between my thighs to spread me open as she cleans
the last of the seed from me.
Just as she finishes, Theus decides she is ready, and sinks his cock into her
ass. She cries out and leans back against him, clearing space for Eros to take
her place between my legs. I bite my lip as I eye his cock, readying myself for
another round.
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95.
I awake the next morning to Kratos kneeling between my legs, his piss splashing
over my pussy. I arch my back and moan, my fingers sinking into the grass. My
head is hazy from the night before, my blood sluggish in my veins. But the
warmth flowing over my already aching cunt has me panting wide-eyed up at the
minotaur, who smirks indulgently. “Good morning little girl,” he murmurs,
dipping low to rub the head of his cock against my entrance. I mewl in reply,
but as soon as I squeeze my eyes shut he pulls away. When I reopen them he is
gone, striding off across the clearing to help Orion ensure the fire is out.
No matter, I know there are many more bulls inevitably looking for a morning
fuck, so I sit up eagerly and look around. Everyone is busy with breaking camp,
aside from Menoetes, who is fucking Riet awake. I move to join them, but as
soon as I am halfway there, he is coming thickly onto her thighs. Immediately
after, he stands and strides away, making for the bushes. I go to Riet anyway,
and she reaches out for me, a sleepy smile on her face.
“Morning, baby girl,” she greets me, spreading her legs wider. “Want some
breakfast?” I smile deviously, straddling her chest and then bending down to
lick the insides of her thighs clean. Ijust so happen to miss and lave my
tongue over her clit a few times. She gasps and arches into me. I can feel her
beginning lick me open, but just then a thought leaps into my head. If none of
the bulls will pay attention, maybe I just need to put on a good show.
Immediately I begin peeing, and Riet’s gasp turns into a moan as my piss fills
her mouth and flows down over her throat. I move closer to her and surge my
whole tongue inside of her, fucking her as best I can. She cries out and shakes
beneath me, entirely awake now. She comes just as I finish, and I dutifully
lock my mouth over her and swallow down her release.
When I raise my head to survey the clearing, no one is looking in our
direction. Frustrated, I roll off of Riet and pout at her. “Why are all of the
bulls so busy this morning?” I whine, my ears drooping. She sits up to muss my
hair, and I lean in to lick at her lips and neck, cleaning her off.
“I don’t know. But if you want my help trying to get their attention, we could
probably get into some serious trouble...and probably have some fun while we’re
at it.” She smiles at me, mischief dancing in her eyes.
***** Chapter 96 *****
96.
While the rest of the bulls busy themselves breaking camp, Riet and I hatch our
plan. When we’re ready, we begin sidling toward the edge of camp, our gaze
warily flitting over the herd. They continue about their various tasks,
oblivious to the smiles beginning to work conspiratorially over our faces as we
glance sidelong at each other. When we reach the trees, we slip quietly between
the trunks, and disappear from the clearing.
Our naked bodies dappled with the wavering sunlight that filters through the
greenly glowing leaves, we walk silently until we are out of earshot of the
bulls. Once our sensitive ears can no longer pick up on them, our shoulders
relax, and Riet turns to me.
“So,” she breathes, “All we need to do is find some suitable male to fuck.
They’ll find us soon enough, if we can make him moan enough. I have a feeling
whoever it is won’t be hard to convince.” She smiles seductively, her fingers
playing over her hardened nipples. I watch her hungrily, the tension building
between my legs. She notices, stepping closer. Tilting her head, she leans down
toward me to run the tip of her tongue over my parted lips. I open wider for
her, and she sucks gently on my lower lip, her eyes smoldering into mine. “Come
on, Lia,” she whispers, her breath ghosting into my mouth. “Let’s find a nice
thick cock to fill that sweet little pussy of yours.” Her fingers brush across
my opening. She tastes what I leave on her fingers.
 
It doesn’t take us long. Five minutes later, we are peering through a thick
stand of ferns at a young, ebony-skinned boy. His large member is flush against
his taut stomach, a bead of arousal threatening to drip from its head. We wait
until he is facing fully in our direction before wading out of the undergrowth.
His eyes snap to us, deeply brown and perceptively sharp. He begins to raise
his longbow instinctively in our direction, but stops as he begins to take us
in fully. His cock twitches. Riet licks her lips, her eyes moving upward to his
own. “Hello there,” she croons.
“Hello.” His voice is richly accented, his lilt foreign to me.
“My name is Riet, and this is Lia.” Riet runs a hand through my hair, and I
bite my lip as the boy's gaze finds mine. He swallows thickly as he fights not
to stare directly at the cleft of my thighs.
“I am Renan,” he says, dipping his chin in greeting. His eyes flit over Riet’s
heavy breasts before looking quickly away.
“No, it’s okay,” Reit admonishes, taking a step past me towards him. “You can
look. You can touch, too.” She reaches out to take his hand, lifting it toward
her breast. I watch his breathing quicken as he pinches her nipple, running his
thumb over the hardened peak. Riet watches him with soft eyes. “Why are you
here, Renan?”
He continues his tentative ministrations as he replies, “I am on my spirit
journey. My journey to become a man. I walked from far away, from the desert of
my people. I am to learn something that they do not know, so that my tribe may
grow wiser. I will continue until I find something worthy for them.”
“We can show you lots that you don't know.” Riet’s voice is silky. She turns
halfway toward me, beckoning me closer. Renan watches me approach, even as his
hands stray over Riet’s skin. I press my chest to his strong thigh, the muscle
rippling beneath my fingers. Slowly, I stretch out my neck and lave a single
stroke of my tongue across the base of his cock. He moans softly, his head
falling back.
He takes a breath in, looking at us both again. “I have never seen creatures
like you.” His hand falls to Riet’s back, pulling her tail out gently behind
her. Riet arches into him.
“Maybe you can tell your tribe about us,” I suggest, gazing up at him.
“But of course, you should study us fully to learn as much as you can,” Riet
says, her voice mock-serious now. She leans closer to whisper into his ear,
“Inside and out.”
“I have never done this before,” he admits hoarsely. “Not even with a woman
from my own people.”
“We would be honored to teach you,” she counters, guiding his hand between her
legs. He takes a deep breath as she sinks his fingers inside of her, finding
her warm and wet.
Riet falls to her knees beside me, and we both begin licking eagerly at his
pulsing cock, our tongues finding each other every so often. His breathing
grows ragged as Riet slides her mouth down over his length, while I suck
dutifully at his balls. He rests one of each of his hands on the backs of our
heads, stroking our hair in praise.
When he is slick from our mouths, Riet stands. Rising up on the balls of her
feet, she lifts a leg to wrap around his hips. He holds her steady while I
guide his cock into her. It slides in effortlessly, Riet’s pussy stretching to
accommodate him. Riet arches her lower spine slightly, pulling out his cock,
before relaxing to slide him back in. Repeating the motion, she fucks him
fluidly, until he is moaning with every stroke.
When Riet begins to grow tired, she leads him over to a large rock, bending
over to rest her forearms on its smooth surface. I once again guide him into
her, and before I can instruct him, he instinctively grasps her waist,
thrusting into her over and over. I climb up beside Riet, lying on my back to
watch him. I let my fingers stray between my legs to ease the ache there, and
he watches me, his gaze hungry.
Riet turns her head toward me. “Oh baby girl, is your pussy throbbing? It’s
okay, it’s your turn. Renan’s big cock will make it better. Come here.”
Renan steps back to allow her to stand. Picking me up, she holds me in her arms
as she sits back against the rock, my back against her chest and my legs spread
wide by her hands. Renan steps forward again, holding himself by the base as he
rubs his cock over my opening. I mewl in desperation, and he leans down to
press his lips to the top of my head as he pushes himself inside me. He pants
as he begins to thrust jaggedly, his hands on Riet’s shoulders. I look up to
see Riet tilting her head back, her lips parting. Renan leans forward over me
to kiss her. “Tell her she’s a good girl,” Riet says against his lips, her
thumbs stroking my knees.
“You are a good girl, Lia,” Renan manages.
“Keep going,” urges Riet.
“Tell me the right words,” Renan replies, his brow furrowing. “I don’t know how
to say—what I am feeling—this need to…to take, to be strong. To be strong over
you both. I want—”
“I know,” Riet croons, nuzzling his jaw. “You want to claim us. To fuck us with
that big, thick cock of yours until you come.”“Yes,” Renan pants, thrusting
faster. “And this,” he presses a thumb against my clit, his fingers resting
against his shaft as it plunges into me over and over. “What is this.”
“That is Lia’s pussy,” Riet replies. “Her pretty little cunt that wants to
please you. Want to see something extra special?” Renan nods eagerly. Riet dips
her head down to me, her lips brushing my ear. “Come for Renan, Lia. Show him
what you can do with that sweet hole of yours.”
Unable to deny her, or to fend off the tightness of my core, made more intense
with every stroke of Renan’s pulsing cock against my walls, I do as she asks. I
allow my release to crash over me, dimly aware of the liquid pouring from me. I
open my eyes to watch it flow down over his shaft. Renan moans loudly, sinking
into me up to the hilt. He pulls back only to slam into me again, and I feel it
as he comes undone, his come spilling thickly against the opening of my womb.
Riet kisses the back of my neck. Renan tries to catch his breath, leaning on
her shoulder. Pressed comfortably between them, I am just beginning to come
down from my high when I hear something crash through the trees to our left.
Renan pulls back and I see Minos storming toward us, fists clenched and cock
threateningly hard. The rest of the herd follows behind him, anger roiling off
every bull. Riet’s body goes taut against mine, and I know she is having the
same thought. That maybe this wasn’t such a bright idea.
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97.
“What is the meaning of this?” Minos’ demand is aimed at Renan, but it is Riet
that responds first.
“I’m sorry, Sir, it’s just that you were all so busy this morning, and we
couldn’t get your attention. We were just trying to—"
“You were being greedy little sluts. You take the cocks of my herd when we want
you, and not a moment before. Until that time, you will wait patiently.” Minos
once again addresses Renan. “You. Who do you think you are that you can just
pump your seed into my girls without leave?”“I—I am sorry, Great Bull.” Renan
pulls away from me, his cock falling to hang limply between his legs. “I did
not know that they were owned.”
“That then is not your fault,” Minos replies sternly. “And I will see to it
that these whores are punished for deceiving you. But you should be more
careful about where you stick your cock. Such things do not always come without
consequence.”
Renan dips his head in subservient understanding. Minos dismisses him with a
sharp, “Go,” and he walks off quickly into the trees, glancing back at us over
his shoulder one more time with longing.
 
“Well,” Minos addresses us. “You have our attention now. Perhaps not the kind
you so desired, but that is your own fault. Lia, get up.” I slip out of Riet’s
lap and down to the ground. “You, too,” he tells her. “Kneel,” he instructs us
both. With the herd gathering around to loom over us, Minos sits on the rock we
were being fucked on just moments before. “You first, Lia.” He beckons to me,
and I move to stand before him. He lifts me up and lays me across his lap on my
stomach. Tears of shame begin to pool at the corners of my eyes.
His hand comes down sharply on my ass, my skin stinging with the impact. It
shouldn’t surprise me, but it does, the pain of it just enough to hurt, even as
I know Minos is restraining his devastating strength. The next blow shudders
through me, and without any intention, a bit of urine spills from me, the
warmth sliding over my swollen clit. “Aww," taunts Vanaes, whose vantage point
betrays me. “The pretty little thing can’t hold her piss while she’s being
spanked. Go ahead, Lia. You’ve already embarrassed yourself today. Pissing in
the alpha’s lap is a slight thing by comparison.”
Shame washes over me, even as Minos hits me again, and my release becomes
total. With the next strike, the tips of his fingers land smartly against my
pussy, splashing the flowing piss over my reddening skin. I can hear the herd’s
huffed laughter and continued admonishments. I bury my face in my arms as the
hot tears streak down my cheeks, knowing I will never disobey the bulls like
this again.
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98.
For the entire rest of the day, and also the next, Riet and I walk beside the
minotaurs, our bodies bound tightly with rope. The thick layers of it hold our
arms in place behind us, our hair braided into the knots to keep our heads held
uncomfortably high. When we need to relieve ourselves, the bulls make us kneel
in the dirt while the piss flows down our legs, the rope only allowing them
inches apart. Neither of us are allowed to service any of the herd, but they
make sure we are watching as they stroke themselves, wasting their seed on the
ground. When it is time to eat, they throw our meals into the grass and walk
away, so different from the way we are usually tenderly fed from their fingers.
The bond pulls at us both, the pain of their disappointment a constant and
searing presence. We exist to obey them, to serve their every need. We are both
desperate to do just that, and they know their denial of our purpose is a
greater punishment than any other they could dole out.
By the end of the second day, Riet and I are desperate with need. We are
forbidden from speaking, but the strain on our faces is enough to communicate
our suffering to each other. As we stand at the edge of camp, as instructed, I
can see how redly swollen she is between the ropes lying inside her thighs. My
legs are tired from so much walking and standing, but I strain harder to remain
perfectly still. I have disappointed the bulls enough already. I want to show
them how good I can be, how much I deserve them.
 
Hours later, I am swaying on my feet. As hard as I try, I cannot steady myself,
the exhaustion taking its toll. The fire dances within the circle of minotaurs
enjoying the remnants of the evening meal and the weaving of old stories. My
stomach groans hungrily, dinner not yet provided us. Out of the darkness, a
shape swims in my vision. My lids heavy, I pretend that it is Minos, coming to
lift me into the comfort of his arms.
“Hello little ones.” To my surprise, the voice is his. I blink, finding him
standing over us. Riet and I stare up at him, waiting. “I am incredibly
disappointed in you both.” My gaze quickly falls to the ground. “I expected
better of you. You shamed me, both in front of my herd and in front of that
boy. Your behavior is a reflection of my command, and when you disobey me, you
make me look like a fool. I trained you both better than that. You are mine to
control, not the other way around. You would do well to remember that.”
Reaching forward, he places a hand under each of our chins, raising our heads.
“But I hate seeing you suffer. I know that you have learned your lesson, have
you not?” A beat of silence passes before he adds, “You may answer.”
“Yes, Sir,” we murmur in unison.
“Good. Then you may return to us. Perhaps this time a little wiser. I love you
both, so much. Do not force me to break my own heart by punishing you.” Pulling
us closer, he begins to work on our knots, letting the bonds fall to the ground
around our feet. Tenderly, he stretches out first my shoulders, and then
Riet’s, working his strong hands over our sore muscles. When we are both free,
he pulls us against him. I bury my face in his thick fur, filling my lungs with
his scent. Comfort washes over me, and I cling tighter.
“Come now,” Minos says, his hand in my hair. “My cock aches for you both. Come
back to the fire, and have something to eat. Then you can have my come. Come
on. We are all waiting for you.” Minos leads us toward the shadows of the herd,
the warmth from the flames reaching out for us through the darkness.
***** Chapter 99 *****
99.
“Hello you two,” Raem greets us when he finds Riet and I tussling in the grass
of the meadow. The herd had stopped for an early lunch, and as always, Riet and
I were full of energy, just waiting for one of the bulls to need us. We both
spring upright to kneel at Raem’s feet, looking up at him with eager eyes. Riet
pushes her chest forward to extenuate her large breasts, and I lash my tail
back and forth, moisture already dripping down my thighs.
“What pretty girls,” Raem praises us, crouching down to cup our jaws in his
hands, his thumb stroking over my lips. I suck it into my mouth, and he turns
his head to me, smiling deviously. “I have a game I would like to play with the
two of you. I want the both of you to pretend to be well behaved little puppy-
girls for me. Can you do that? You will do whatever I ask you to, and I don’t
want to hear anything out of your mouths unless it is barking or whining. Am I
understood?”
Riet and I bark in unison, and I see her smile in the corner of my vision. I
know we are both interested in anything new and exciting. We stay still for the
minotaur as he slips twin loops of braided rope around each of our necks, with
knots tied in such a fashion that he can tighten them to a comfortable
snugness. Each of the makeshift collars is connected to another length of rope
that serves as a leash. He returns to standing, the ends of our leashes in one
hand. “There we are,” he says, beaming down at us. “Two sweet little puppies
probably in need of some cock. Am I right?” Riet and I both bark and wag our
tails in response, our ears perking up. “Just as I thought. Why don’t you come
with me and we can find some?”
We follow Raem on our hands and knees as he makes his way across the meadow. We
immediately come upon Saegr sitting on a large rock, sharpening his fletching
knife. His eyes snap to us immediately, and he sets his whetstone and blade
aside as Raem stops before him.
“Meet the herd’s new puppies,” Raem explains. Riet jumps up to place her loose
fists on Saegr’s knees, panting and wagging her tail excitedly back and forth.
I bow my head to sniff around his ankles, and he leans down to scratch behind
my ear. I lean into his touch, looking up at him and panting happily. “The poor
little things are yet to be fucked though. Will you give me a hand?”
“Of course I will,” Saegr laughs softly, bringing his face close to Riet’s. She
lunges forward to lick across his mouth. Raem gives a sharp tug on her leash,
and she falls onto her back in the soft grass. “Bad girl,” he says, pointing a
finger at her. “Behave. Or you won’t get fucked at all. I’ll tie you to a tree
for the rest of our time here.” Riet rolls onto all fours again, but her ears
are pressed to her head in shame. “Why don’t you take Lia, Saegr. I’ll give
this one a good pounding.”
“Sounds good to me,” Saegr replies, and he takes my leash from Raem when he
offers it.
Saegr leans down to pick me up, settling me in his lap. My attention is
immediately drawn to his massive cock, already fully erect against his stomach.
I whimper and wiggle eagerly, nuzzling my nose against its head. He laughs and
strokes a hand over my hair a few times.
With strong hands under my arms, he lifts me up and settles me back down,
sinking the length of his cock inside of me. I whine and lean against his
chest, and he begins fucking upward into me. Behind me, I can hear Riet bark
out a cry as Raem takes her. He murmurs something in response, and before I can
work out what he said I feel her lapping at me, her tongue dipping between the
swells of my ass to press against my tightest hole. The sensation has my
fingers shaking. Saegr presses a kiss to the top of my head, murmuring praise
into my hair. “Shhh, it’s okay. Relax little puppy-girl, just take my cock.
There you go. Do you like it when our other dog licks your ass? What a sweet
little thing you are. Good girl.” His words have me immediately on the edge,
and I snap my head backwards, barking up at him, asking for permission the only
way I know how. “You can come,” Saegr assures me, and my release is immediate.
I come several more times before he is finished with me, the liquid spilling
out around his huge shaft and dripping down onto Riet. I hear it when Raem
forbids her from coming, and I know my orgasm only taunts her, but I can’t help
the fire that is ignited in my blood, the persistent stroking of Saegr’s cock
against my swollen walls sending me over the edge again and again.
When both Raem and Saegr are satisfied, Raem leads us away toward the edge of
the clearing. It is peacefully quiet among the pine trees. Still holding the
ends of our leashes, he walks several paces into the forest before he stops to
address us. “I know both of you are probably in need of a piss. Be good girls
for me now. Come on.” Riet crawls over to the nearest tree, raising a leg to
send her arc of urine splashing against the trunk. Although I know I might get
in trouble, I can’t help myself from squatting directly over Raem’s hoof before
I relieve myself.
Raem looks down at me, scowling slightly. “What has gotten into you two today?
Bad girl, Lia.” Before I can even finish, he is wrapping a hand around his
still hard cock, aiming it so that his stream of piss lands squarely on my
head. “You belong to me, not the other way around. You would do well to
remember that. And Riet, are you a boy dog now? Because I can make sure you are
fucked like one for the rest of today. Do you want that?” Riet’s ears droop
again and she lowers her leg, the rest of her piss flowing down her thighs to
the forest floor.
“Now,” Raem continues when we are all finished. “I know I didn’t let you come
Riet. Is your little pussy still aching?” Raem sinks down onto one knee, and
Riet whines and crawls toward him, her ears flat and her body low to the
ground. “Alright then, I’ll let you come, but you’ll have to do the work
yourself.” He holds out a hand, his fingers flat. “Come on, little girl. You
can use this.” Riet is hesitant at first, but she moves close enough to slip
his proffered hand between her legs. She rubs herself against his palm,
thrusting her hips forward over and over to rut against him. Raem smiles at
her, and I know he is enjoying her humiliation.
***** Chapter 100 *****
Chapter Notes
     Onehundo!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
100.
The soft sunlight filtering into the mossy hollow slowly awakes the herd, the
cadences of the bulls’ breathing changing all around me as I struggle toward
wakefulness. My sensitive ears twitch, listening to the small sounds of the
forest. A squirrel scurries by overhead. The wind gently stirs the leaves high
above. And a soft feminine sigh drifts from somewhere off to my left.
My eyes snap open. That was not Riet.
I sit up fast enough to make my head spin. Peering over the massive bodies of
the minotaurs, I search for the source of the sound, trying to find what
doesn't belong… There! At the base of one of the large oaks, a woman lies with
her back to the herd. Her skin is the color of milk-laced coffee, and her wide
curls form a soft halo around her head. As I watch, she pushes herself upright
with a willow-thin arm, her back curving gracefully.
By the time she turns her head in my direction, she has the attention of the
entire herd. The hollow is quiet as she and the herd study each other. She
breaks the silence first.
“Good morning,” she greets us. Her voice is airy and sweet, and she seems
unconcerned at the danger she is in.
“Hello there,” responds Eros.
“May I ask,” remarks Theus, “What possessed you to lay down beside a herd of
minotaurs?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “What is the worst that could have happened? I am
willing to share my body. And the moss here looked so soft and inviting. It was
late by the time I decided to rest for the night.”
Before the bulls can say anything more, she twists, rising to her feet in a
fluid motion. Facing us fully, she smiles. My eyes open wider. She is
beautiful, all lean muscles just below the taut surface of her velvet skin. Her
heavy breasts curve sensually upward, her shoulders are proudly sharp, and her
sleek waist flares gently to her slightly wider hips. But where the thighs of
most women join in a soft cleft, a thick cock begins, stretching proudly to her
naval. Her balls are swollen and full.
Minos breaks the silence. “Well,” he laughs. “There is something I have not
seen before. What a magnificent cock you have, sweet one.”
“Thank you,” she says graciously, dipping her chin. “I am sorry to see you all
are similarly endowed. I am sorely in need of someone to help me...relieve my
tension.” Her full lips quirk upwards.
I realize then that both Riet and I remain hidden behind the bulls. Minos
laughs again. “Perhaps I can help you there.” He turns, motioning forward with
his head. “Riet. Lia. Come here girls.”
Obediently, we stand and cross to him. He once again addresses her. “These are
my slaves, Lia and Riet. You may make use of one of them, if you like.”
“Thank you for such a generous offer. My name is Agira, by the way.”
“Well met, Agira,” Minos replies. “I am Minos.”
“May I look at them more closely before I make a selection?” she asks.
“Of course,” he says, inclining his head. He gestures forward with a hand, and
we move to stand in front of her.
She smiles down at us, and I bite my lip nervously. She is intimidatingly
beautiful this close, made even more tempting by the way her cock is beginning
to drip. I can feel my body reacting to her, my core beginning to heat.
Beginning with Riet, she starts examining us. I watch as her delicate fingers
graze across my slavemate’s jawline. “Open,” she prompts, and Riet obeys. She
moves next to her breasts, squeezing gently at the firm flesh. Finally, she
reaches down to slip her fingers between Riet’s thighs. She smiles, humming in
satisfaction at what she finds there.
I am next, and she drops to one knee before me. Her fingers graze my lips, and
I open for her without prompting. She runs her fingertips lightly over my
nipples, noticing how they stiffen at her touch. Her single stroke over my sex
is achingly brief, only the pads of her fingers slipping past my entrance. Her
tongue darts out to taste what I've left on them, sending a shudder through me.
She stands, speaking again to Minos. “This is Lia, the small one?” There is a
beat of silence as he presumably nods. “I’d like to play with her a bit, if
it's alright with you.”
“Of course,” Minos confirms.
Chapter End Notes
     When you're writing on mobile, and you go to proofread and you find
     it autocorrected to: “Monks break the silence.” Thought I'd share
     that mental picture, because it was pretty amazing.
***** Chapter 101 *****
101.
While Riet returns to service the morning needs of the herd, Agira and I settle
in a corner of the hollow. She sits on a moss-coated rock, and at her
instruction I straddle her, her cock between my legs. She smiles, sighing
languidly. “Oh, sweetheart, you are soaking wet. I can feel you dripping,
mmmm.” Her hand cards though my hair, curving around my ear. “Tell me what
you're thinking, baby.”
I take a deep breath, relaxing my shoulders, trying not to be ashamed. “I...I
want your thick cock deep inside my pussy.” I chew on my lip for a moment.
“Please,” I murmur, looking up at her from beneath my lashes, my ears laying
back just a bit.
“Shh, it's okay,” she assures me, stroking the backs of her fingers along my
arm. “You can have as much of that as you like.”
She stands, holding me on her hip. Shifting my body slightly, she lets the tip
of her cock tap against my entrance. “Is that what you want, little thing?
Right there?” Cheek against her breastbone, I nod in confirmation. She nuzzles
into my hair. “I can't wait to fill you up with my come, sweet girl. You
ready?”
“Yes,” I mewl, desperation beginning to grip me.
She lays me down on the rock, leaning down to kiss across my chest. Her knees
on either side of my body, she presses her cock against me, its impressive
length running from my navel to the base of my throat. It is as nearly as large
as the minotaurs’, I realize with a start.
Rocking forward, she strokes against me. I dip my chin and extend my tongue,
licking the tip of her cock. She moans softly. “Good girl,” she breathes. I
lick my lips, savoring the flavor of her precome.
She slides the head of her cock down my body until it rests between my legs.
She plants one hand on either side of my head, her eyes locking on mine. She
slides forward with the barest of pressures, her lips parting as she sinks in
the first few inches. There she pauses, her moan breathy. “Gods, you're tight.
She rolls her head back, hunching and releasing her shoulders as she slides
deeper. “Mmmmmn, it's been too long since my dick has been squeezed into a
tight pussy. Fuck, sweetheart.” She blinks once, shaking her head slightly.
“Sorry love, I don't mean to say such nasty things.”
“No,” I gasp. “Please, I love being spoken to like that. Please.”
“Yeah?” Her lips slide into a half-smile. She pushes further in. “You like
that? I love how desperate you are to take my cock.”
I moan in response, grinding down against her. She hitches a breath, finally
pulling back to thrust fully forward. I gasp as she sinks in even deeper than
before.
“I want to hear you talk, Lia,” she whispers as she strokes in again. “Tell me
what you're feeling.”
My thoughts barely comprehensible, I let the words spill from my mouth. “I love
feeling your balls slap my ass,” I pant.
She picks up her pace, drawing out the movement even more. “Keep going.”
“I love the way your cock stretches out my pussy. Ah! Mm, I love it when you
slide all the way in, and it almost hurts, how much there is, but I like it, I
like being so full of your cock—” I heave in a breath. “I can feel it throbbing
inside of me. I want to feel it, when it pulses and fills with your come and
explodes inside of me. I want to be covered in it. I want to suck your cock
when you're done fucking me, so I can taste it. Please!”
Agira is lost for words, pounding into me with fast, hard strokes. She folds my
legs back, bending my knees and gripping my calves, the angle allowing her even
deeper. Her mouth is open with the labor of her breathing, her breasts bouncing
wildly.
The change in angle immediately has me close to the edge. The next time she
surges forward, she slams into me in just the right spot, sending waves of
pleasure crashing through me. I cry out, liquid pouring out around her shaft.
She gasps, glancing downward.
In the next instant, her head is thrown back, and she presses as deeply into me
as my anatomy will allow, her balls tensing, her cock swelling inside me
momentarily. Then she floods me with her come, and the pressure sends me over
again, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. She picks me up as we both
finish, holding me close, her arms wrapped around me. I cling to her, my knees
gripping her waist, enjoying the press of her deep inside as gravity pulls me
down. She lays her cheek against the top of my head.
We rest like this for a moment before she lifts me up, her hands under my arms,
her cock sliding thickly out of me. It hangs limply between her legs, dripping
in come, both mine and hers. Laying me back down on the rock, she drops to her
knees on the ground between my legs.
“Push that come out for me, Lia. I want to see it all over your pussy.” Her
thumb strokes the inside of my thigh.
My bottom lip firmly between my teeth, I push as hard as I can. I feel
something slide forward, and then there is a thick whiteness dripping out of
me. “That's what I like to see,” she praises me. “So pretty, covered in my
come. Would you like to suck it off my dick, baby love?”
I nod fervently, and she stands, bracing one knee beside me. I sit up and drag
my tongue over the length of her shaft. She combs her fingers through my hair
while I lick her clean, humming contentedly under her breath.
***** Chapter 102 *****
102.
Minos comes striding over just as I am finishing. He smiles down at me fondly.
“I hope you found her to your liking,” he says.
“Very much so,” Agira confirms. “You are very lucky.”
“Indeed I am.” He breathes a sigh. “So then. I have a few members of my herd
wondering about what you said this morning, about being so willing to share.”
She laughs. “Do I have a say in the matter? Despite having never met any
minotaurs, I know the stories well.”
“It depends on the mood my bulls are in,” Minos admits. “But they are very
intrigued by you. Many of them are curious about fucking a female with a cock
to rival their own.”
“If only for self-assurance, I'm sure,” she says lightly. “But yes, that's
alright. Would you introduce me?”
Minos picks me up, tucking me close to his chest. Together, we lead Agira to
where Raem, Erebus, and Rigel stand together speaking in low voices. Minos
makes the introductions, before retreating with me to a springy circle of moss.
From my vantage point on all fours, I watch the bulls and Agira. Erebus bends
her slightly forward over his arm, his other hand kneading her ass. Wetting his
fingers, he begins to stretch her. Her cock grows hard once more. Raem and
Rigel look a bit lost. I know they are unwilling to suck her cock, a normally
degrading act for one of our herd. Finally, Rigel steps forward, putting a hand
on the back of her head as he guides his own cock into her mouth.
By the time Erebus is satisfied with his preparation, Rigel has come thickly
over Agira’s face. She is laid down on her back in the moss. Erebus kneels, one
knee on either side of her. He brings her legs together, bending her knees and
pushing them off to one side. Her hard cock lies along the underside of her
thighs, and as Erebus sinks into her ass, her balls drag along his shaft.
Minos sinks a hand into my hair, pulling my head back as he spills inside me.
Already having been stretched by his fingers while he fucked me, I am ready
when he pulls out and immediately plunges into my ass.
When I look back at Agira, her head is craned back, her throat full of Raem’s
cock. Hers bounces against her legs with Erebus’ thrusting, and I can tell she
is getting close. Reaching around her legs, she wraps both hands around her
shaft, stroking frantically. In a few more heartbeats, she is coming, her back
arched off the ground, thick whiteness spurting from her cock. Erebus shoves
forward with a grunt, pulling out at the last minute to spill his own load on
her balls. Raem shudders to a stop last, his cock buried in her throat, his
hips twitching as he pours his seed into her.
I know Minos is watching as well, and he grips my hips as he comes violently.
Still buried in my ass, he pulls my head back once more, smiling down at me.
“There's my little girl. Full of her master’s come. In case you needed a
reminder of who you belong to.” He lays a resounding smack across one side of
my ass, and I gasp at the burst of spine-tingling pain.
“Thank you Sir!”
“You're welcome, Lia. Go let Theus shove his dick in that tight cunt of yours.”
“Yes Sir.”
I whimper as I pull away from him, his girth leaving me.
***** Chapter 103 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
103.
I awake with a start. There are no flames in the forest, no shrill screams. I
reach hesitant fingers toward my face, but find the skin unburned. I shudder as
the images from my nightmare flash across my vision again—the animals running
through the smoldering undergrowth, their twisted bodies alight. I squeeze my
eyes shut, trembling.
Saegr is instantly awake. His arms wrap tighter around me as he sits up,
holding me close. He brings his face close to mine. “Shhh, Lia. I've got you.”
I nod, pressing my cheek to his fur.
“What did you dream about, kit?”
“The forest was on fire,” I whisper, the images flashing again. “And I was in
the middle of it and I couldn't...run… I couldn't figure out where any of you
were and I was so scared—”
“Shhh, it's okay, it's okay,” he reassures me. “We would never leave you,
love.”
I nod again.
“Still seeing it?” he asks softly.
Another nod.
“Well then, how about I try to take your mind off it?” Just a slight shift of
his hips has the head of his thick cock slipping between my thighs. “Relax,
little love. Just be a good quiet girl while I use you.” The words send a hazy
pleasure over me. My head falls back as he slips inside me, finding me wet and
ready as always. When he has bottomed out, he begins pissing, filling up the
tight space inside me. His fingers stroke my cheek. “There's a good girl,” he
whispers. “Just take it. Just like that. You are just a convenient hole for me
to take a piss in. Okay?” I nod. I close my eyes, emptying my mind and my
senses of everything except his cock overflowing inside me.
When he is finally empty, he pulls out slightly, and thrusts back in, piss
spilling out around his cock. My fingers tighten in his fur as he fucks me
shallowly, his nose buried in my hair.
Suddenly he thrusts in fully, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I feel his
cock pulse and his balls tigthen. He strokes a hands across my back, whispering
gently, “Good girl. Take my load, like a good cumslut. There you go.”
He pulls out of me, but lets his still-hard cock rest against my ass as he
settles back down to sleep. His thumb strokes my shoulder in soothing circles.
“No more nightmares, Lia. Dream of me, of all of us, fucking you in every way
you can imagine. Of Riet, licking your sweet pussy. Of your alpha’s cock,
stretching your ass. Okay? I've got you. Nothing bad can get you while I'm
here.”
With a final effort, I struggle to nod. Saegr’s rhythmic breathing rocks me
toward sleep, the tension slowly leaking from my body. I slip under, confident
in my coming dreams.
Chapter End Notes
     I had some pretty scary dreams a few nights ago. I'm lucky to have
     had someone there to comfort me ^_^
***** Chapter 104 *****
104.
In the bright sunlight of midday, from my perch on Minos’ shoulders, I see two
hulking figures striding toward us on the path. As they approach, their bulk
resolves into large rucksacks, each borne by a tall, spindly man dressed in
dark grey. I point them out to Minos, who says he intends to speak with them.
The earth beyond the men shimmers in the heat.
 
The two brothers explain to Minos that they are traveling doctors, and that
their laden packs contain medications and remedies for nearly all ailments.
Minos asks if they could take a look at Corvus, who sports a scratch down the
length of his forearm that has grown swollen and strange in color. The man on
the right bows his head, and vows to do his best to treat him. With the men,
the herd retreats to the edge of a field of tall grass by the roadside. Corvus
and the first brother settle down together, the latter removing his bag to dig
through its contents.
While the herd procures various dried meats for a light lunch, Minos explains
to the second brother about the lack of funds of the herd. “However,” he
continues, after the man’s face grows grim, “We are not without our own form of
currency. May I offer you Lia instead?” Still clinging to Minos’ back, I peer
over the alpha’s head at the doctor. Something about him makes my ears prickle,
but I remain silent as his eyes meet mine.
A smile slips over the man’s face. “I think I shall find her more than
sufficient.” He casts a glance behind him. “And for my brother?”
“Riet is busy at the moment, but she will be made available to him when he is
finished.” Minos nods in her direction, and the man turns to watch as Dionysus
fucks her, her legs bent and resting on his thighs, her body leaning forward,
suspended by her wrists held fast in the minotaur’s hands, her arms pulled
behind her.
“Right then,” the man nods. “If I may, I'd like to administer Lia a paralytic
agent. She will remain aware and be able to feel all that is done to her. The
dosage should not be in effect longer than an hour or so. But I find my quarry
much more satisfactory that way.” His smile widens as he waits for Minos to
answer.
Minos is silent for a moment, but says finally, “I suppose that is alright. But
I would like you to stay within sight of the herd.”
The man dips his head. “If that is your requirement than so be it.”
Minos reaches behind him, pulling me off his back. “Alright then, little one.
Go with this man and do as he asks you. Be a good girl for me.”
“Yes, Minos,” I reply. He kisses me on the forehead before placing me on the
ground. The man drops down to sit on his heels beside me, taking my hands in
his.
“Hello there, Lia,” he says. “We’re going to have some fun together.”
 
He leads me away from the herd, far enough that the bulls still on their feet
can see us over the tall stalks of grass. Out of his pocket he pulls a small
vial, which he places in my hand.
“Drink this. Then lie down for me. I don't want you falling over and breaking
anything.”
Hesitating only slightly, I uncork the vial and swallow down the contents. The
elixir is utterly flavorless. I lie down on my back in the grass as the man
begins to undress methodically. Folding each item of clothing, he makes a small
pile and rests the now empty vial on top. Then he turns to me.
“Okay Lia. Raise your hand and wave at me.”
Obediently and without question, I do as he asks. Except I don't. Against all
my will, my hand remains lying in the grass beside me. I focus just on my index
finger, straining to lift it. Try as I might, it remains still as well. My eyes
grow wide with panic.
“Relax,” he urges me. “It is only partial. You can still blink, and you can
still breathe. I will take care of the rest.”
He kneels in the grass beside me. Unceremoniously, he turns me over, so that my
chest is pressed against the ground, my head turned sideways. One leg catches
underneath me, my knee raised and my hips twisted, thrusting my ass upward. I
feel the warm breeze on the exposed flesh between my thighs.
“Alright then.” He runs his fingers across my sex. “Not in need of lubrication,
it seems. Good. We’ll get right to it then.”
I feel it as he settles on his knees behind me. Grasping my hips, he thrusts
his cock into me. Unable to make a sound, I am forced to lie still as he begins
pounding into me, the grip of his fingers relentless.
He leans over me, his breath humid in my ear. “There, isn't this easy? No
squirming and bawdy moaning from you, just sex, direct and to the point. Just a
nice tight hole to fuck. I've perfected this dosage myself, oh yes. A few
lovely fuckable things were lost in the process, but they still stayed warm
long enough to be useful. But don’t worry, you'll be just fine after I'm
finished.” After that, there is nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing as
he thrusts in and out, never a hitch in his tempo.
Just as I am beginning to wonder when it will ever be over, he pulls out
sharply and flips me back over. My arms and legs splayed randomly, he climbs
back between my thighs and slips his cock back into me. I can see his face now,
his lips pressed tightly together, a wild look in his eyes, focused on the
middle distance. I find myself more bored by him than I am intimidated. His
cock inside me doesn't revolt me in the slightest, but I do not tremble for it
either. Instead, I wait patiently for him to finish, grateful he has given me
no other option.
He does eventually, rising to one knee as he pulls swiftly out. His hand
strokes over his cock furiously a few times as he brings himself over the edge,
his come landing on my stomach. As his breathing slows, he pulls at himself
thoughtfully a few more times, milking the last of the come from his cock and
wiping it on my inner thigh. Sighing contentedly, he rises to his feet. I watch
him as he steps back into his underthings and then his pants. He begins to
button them up, but pauses, swiveling back towards me. He takes a few steps
closer. Standing over me, he pulls his cock out once more. Nonchalant, he
begins pissing. The urine arcs through the air and splashes against my stomach.
Twisting his hips slightly, he pisses over my chest and then back down across
my hips, before settling on my stomach again. Never meeting my eyes, he lets
the stream peter out before shaking the last few drops from his cock. Buttoning
up his pants, he steps back toward where his shirt and jacket lie folded in the
grass. When he is clothed, the empty vial tucked into his breast pocket, he
walks away, out of my line of vision.
 
A few minutes go by as I lie motionless. The tips of the long grasses wave
fitfully above me on all sides. A bird flits past, its red feathers stark
against the blue sky.
“There you are, Lia,” rumbles a deep voice. Strong arms lift me up, and I am
tucked against Theus’ chest. “Let's get you clean.”
We walk into the edge of the woods. Before long, I hear rushing water, growing
closer and closer. In a few more heartbeats, the sounds of it gurgling against
its banks are right below me, and I hear the splash of Theus wading in. The
stream is very deep, and the cool water begins to lap at my dangling feet. Soon
I am waist-deep. Theus stops and squats down, lowering us both in further.
With gentle hands, he washes me clean. I sigh, my cheek cradled on his shoulder
above the water.
When he is satisfied, he stands again and walks out of the river. He settles
himself on a fallen log by the water’s edge. He readjusts me until I am cradled
in his arms, and brushes the hair out of my face.
“Rest now, Lia,” he says.
With the warm woods humming quietly with life all around me, tucked securely in
his arms, it is easy to obey.
***** Chapter 105 *****
105.
Riet and I roll over and over in the clover, laughing as we tussle. The
wildflowers we braided so carefully into our hair are scattered around us, and
lost to the wind, but I forget them as Riet struggles to straddle my hips, her
hands pinning mine to the ground on either side of my head. Still laughing, I
shudder as her tongue traces a line up the side of my neck, my hips straining
forward to grind against her own. She moans, and her mouth covers mine.
The twilight deepens as our tongues dance together, the forest only a few paces
away quickly growing dim under the interlocking branches. The smell of roasting
meat drifts over to us as the bulls light the evening fire. Riet and I both
sniff the air appreciatively.
“Maybe we should head back,” Riet sighs, looking in the direction of the herd.
“But then again,” a mischievous smile curls her full lips. “You might have more
of an appetite if I spend some time between your legs.”
I writhe beneath her, opening my mouth to beg her, please—
Darkness descends over my vision. I am dragged away from Riet by what feels
like many hands. I heave in a breath to scream, but the air that enters my
lungs is faintly sweet. Unconsciousness slams into me.
***** Chapter 106 *****
106.
An ache deep in my chest wakes me. Moonlight streams somewhere from high above.
It is so bright, I reason that the moon must be full. I remember Orion telling
me that yesterday, in fact. And then everything comes crashing back.
I sit up fast enough to make my head swim. Riet throws her arms around me,
pressing her lips into my hair. “Shhh, calm down. I'm here. Don't draw
attention to us. Just watch.”
My eyes take in our surroundings slowly, the reality of it struggling to sink
in. The ground falls away on all sides, the hilltop an island, the green
darkness of the treetops all around us an unbroken sea. Ruins of massive
stonework jut starkly from the grass in the light of the moon, their shadows
thrown into black relief. Just beyond the iron bars of the cage that surrounds
us lies a raging fire, hemmed by a ring of women. A single figure stands, arms
upraised before the blaze, bare below her neck. A swath of cream-colored fabric
wraps across the lower half of her face, falling behind her to be woven into
the strands of her lengthy braid. Her breasts stand out proudly from her chest
as her back arches. The women around her, similarly clad, dance faster around
in their ring, their feet flying over the grass as they twist their arms above
them. A wild singing chant rises and falls, sometimes a single voice crying out
above the others in an undulating call. Only the woman standing alone remains
silent.
I rub at my chest, the ghostly pain there knifing through me. Suddenly I feel
as if it is all I can do to fill my lungs with air. Panic grips me. My hands
tighten on Riet’s arms, and I open my mouth to ask her what is happening to me.
Before I can, she pulls me closer, nuzzling the top of my head. “I know, I
know,” she murmurs. “It's going to hurt until they can find us. That's the
bond, pulling on you. You want to get up and run, desperately, in whatever
direction makes it hurt less. I know. Relax, Lia, try to breathe. Slow and
deep, just like that.”
The solitary woman calls out. The chant and the dancing halt, the others
turning inward to face the fire. The woman spreads her arms out, and as one,
they drop to their knees. Remaining on her feet, the woman addresses them.
“Open your punani to Her!” She commands. The women around her each rock to
their right, shifting to sit with their knees bent and legs spread open.
“Awaken yourselves in Her name!”
Simultaneously, fingers dipping between their legs, they begin to pleasure
themselves, each in the way best suited to them. A few of the women let their
heads roll back as the fervor of their motions take them. Soft sighing and
moaning begins to echo amongst the stones.
Their leader throws her head back, her body going taut. “Turner of tides!
Breaker of darkness! Womb-filler! Siren of the sacred blood! Whole on this
night you honor us with your presence. And in turn we honor you. The men of our
villages believe in the power and strength of men, those that would tame us.
They take pride in the hardness of their cocks and the anger boiling in their
veins. But we know these things are fleeting. The feminine body knows how to
wait. And we will wait for you! To bring the oceans surging through the world
on that fateful day when we will rise to join you.” She stretches her arms up,
seeming to cradle the moon in her palms. “On this night we sacrifice to you,
Mother of Mothers. The scent of feminine flesh shall rise to you on these
flames and satiate your hunger.”
Riet and I look at each other. And instantly we understand.
***** Chapter 107 *****
107.
At first, a searing rage courses through me, every muscle clenched, every sense
overwhelmed with the need to rend, to tear, to kill. I shake my head, bearing
down on the fire. I allow it to crystallize into a hardened, anger-fueled
determination. I will find them. And then I will let the fire burn.
 
“They can’t have been gone long,” I assert. Theus nods his assent. The grass is
still fragrant from where it was crushed beneath them. I breathe in deeply,
parsing through the scents. Sweetened wildflowers, summer air, smoke from the
cooking fire. And just below that, Lia and Riet, their traces unmistakable.
I stand, calling out to see what my herd has found. “There are some broken
branches over here,” Thaetr replies. He stands at the edge of the forest, and I
go to him immediately. I finger the frayed edges of the splintered wood, their
cores still green and sticky. “They likely went this way. But without knowing
who or what took them, it is impossible to know how far they might have
gotten.”
A thought occurs to me then. I reach down to my hip, where an intricately
carved whistle hangs by its strap from my loincloth. I untie it, turning it
over in my hands. The tarnished silver of its surface is wrought in the shape
of a dragon’s head, its mouth open, tongue unfurled. Without a second thought,
I bring it to my lips.
No sounds issues from it. Instead, a rumbling seems to disturb the air, a wave
of pressure sent outward in all directions. Beside me, Thaetr rubs at his
chest. I merely tilt my head back to the sky, and wait.
***** Chapter 108 *****
108.
A tingling in my palm distracts me. I open my hand and find only a small pile
of silvery ash where I once clutched the whistle. No matter. I am in need now,
as I hope to never be again.
My head snaps up at the sounds of approaching wing beats. The earth shakes as a
hulking shape slams down into the field to my right. The dragon raises its head
proudly, regarding me with glittering onyx eyes.
“Anket,” I greet him, nodding slightly. I can sense the tight coil of his
annoyance at having been summarily summoned. But I have no time to soothe a
dragon's ego.
“Yesss?” The response is a hiss. Despite being green when last we met, his
scales now shimmer darkly red, the color of freshly pooling blood. He has grown
markedly in size as well, towering over the tops of the trees.
“I have need of you. Lia and Riet were taken. We know not by whom. But they
have not been gone long. I would ask you to help us find them.”
The dragon continues to regard me with contempt, and is silent for precious
heartbeats. Finally, he lets loose a sigh, the hot air blowing across my face
laced with the scent of smoke. “Yes, alright then. Let's just save ourselves
some time and I'll fly you all.” I cock an eyebrow upward. He notices, snapping
back, “If you think I can't fly with twenty one minotaurs on my back you
misjudge me. You are lucky we meet as friend and not foe. It is deadly to guess
wrongly the might of a dragon.” He levels a gaze at me that has likely sent
many quailing. My gaze meets his, unflinching.
My bulls know better than to question direct orders. Still, I see some of them
glance at me sidelong as they settle among the spines on Anket’s back. When
they are seated, I climb up myself, settling just in front of Theus at the base
of the dragon’s snaking neck.
Doubtless before I can command him, Anket gathers himself, leaping forcefully
into the sky. Some of the bulls behind me grunt in displeasure, but otherwise
remain quiet. My eyes squinted against the rush of wind, I watch the forest
below us dwindle in scale. With the moon just beginning to rise in the east,
the top leaves of the canopy become girded in silver, like foam on the tops of
endless waves.
Somewhere in that vastness, my slaves are lost and in pain. I will not rest
until I have found them and made their captors pay dearly. A snarl ripples
through me. Dearly, and at my leasure.
***** Chapter 109 *****
109.
The women grow more frantic in their ministrations at the mention of sacrifice.
Their leader points at two of them, and they cease pleasuring themselves,
standing at attention before her.
“Bring them,” she commands.
The two women walk toward us, the firelight playing over their skin. Riet and I
press ourselves against the bars at the far side of the cage. The one who works
at the lock is fair-skinned, with freckles strewn across her chest, her nipples
rosy and puckered inward. Like all the women gathered around the fire, her sex
is shaven and blushed red with her arousal. The eyes that burn above her mask
are coldly blue. She narrows them at me as I study her. Baring my teeth, I hiss
at her, my bravery false but desperate.
She and her companion enter the large cage. Her hands are like vices as they
close around my wrists, hauling me away from Riet. I struggle fiercely, kicking
with my legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Riet reach out and slash her
nails savagely across the shoulder of her attacker. Blood drips down the
woman's breast.
Two more are called to help restrain us. The fair woman wrestles me to the
ground, straddling my hips and settling her weight on me to lock me in place. I
fight to break free of her grasp, but her lean arms are corded with muscle, and
she is much larger than I am. I can feel the wetness of her thighs against my
skin and the warmth radiating from her core. With no recourse left to me, I am
forced to watch as the three others pull Riet from the cage. She is fighting
back fiercely, but inexorably she is pulled toward the fire.
Beyond her struggle, I see the leader pulling chains and shackles out of the
shadows near one of the piles of stone. She drags them across the grass to the
edge of the fire.
I begin screaming. Tears flowing down my face, I scream and scream. For Riet,
for Minos, for our herd, who will forever wonder where their slavegirls went.
Even as our ashes drift by them on the wind.
 
A roar shakes the hilltop. The stones tremble. The branches within the fire
shift, sending up a spray of sparks. The women pause, each tilting their head
back toward the sky.
Just as a dragon falls out of it.
He slams into the earth in their midst with another bone-shattering roar. My
heartbeat pounds in my ears as minotaurs begin leaping off his back, each
hitting the ground like stones. An unmistakable silhouette lands by the
dragon’s head, just behind the female leader. Rearing back, Minos roars, his
fury echoing across the hill. The woman whirls to face him, eyes wide. He
reaches out a hand and wraps it around her threat. Lifting her off her feet, he
shakes her violently.
“WHERE ARE MY GIRLS,” he demands. She cannot seem to answer, her fingers
clawing at the hand he keeps wrapped around her throat. Minos swings his head
from side to side, catching sight of first Riet, still restrained by the three
women, and then me, trapped beneath the fourth. As his gaze pierces the bars of
the cage, the one on top of me leaps away, hiding in a corner as she tries in
vain to squeeze herself through the bars.
Tearing my eyes away from his, I watch the chaos unfolding around me. Anket,
free of his burden, leaps across the grass and tackles one of the fleeing
women. Pinning her down, he thrusts his already hardened cock into her and
begins to fuck. Similarly, other members of the herd are chasing down their own
quarries. Screams fill the firelit air as the minotaurs force themselves upon
the women, some bent over, others lifted off their feet. Theus, Orion and
Kratos storm towards Riet, each of them grabbing hold of a woman and pulling
them away from her. Held fast by Orion, one of them tries to bring a knee
swiftly between his legs. He catches her ankle and twists it sideways, letting
go of her body. Briefly, she is suspended upsidedown. Orion folds forward,
pinning her body to the ground below his bulk.
My eyes flit back to Minos. Facing away from him, the women's leader is bent
double, no longer fighting. Minos’ huge cock plunges in and out of her ass in
unforgiving strokes. As I watch, he pulls out of her, throwing her body forward
onto the ground. He stands over her to spill his seed across her limp body.
Without word, he turns and comes striding in my direction. The woman in the
cage with me begins sobbing. I cower back against the cold iron. I have never
seen him like this up close. His wrath is a tangible thing, a rolling darkness
that seems to permeate the air around him. He walks past where Riet is being
lifted into Theus’ arms, nodding once at his beta.
He comes to stand at the cage door. “You.” His eyes fix on my attacker. “Come
here.” She shakes her head, tears falling earnestly. “Make no mistake, I will
fucking come in there and get you.” On shaking legs, the girl walks to the
threshold. “Kneel.” Hiccuping a sob, she sinks slowly to her knees. Minos rips
aside her mask and lays the length of his hard cock against her cheek. “Here
are your options, girl. Either you can crawl quietly out of this cage and let
one of my bulls rape that dripping cunt of yours, or I can snap your neck now
and be done with it. The choice is yours.” Shaking, the girl tries to form
words. Still, she seems to have conveyed her will to live, as Minos stands
aside. On all fours, she pitifully drags herself out into the grass.
Immediately, Haenr descends on her, lifting her up and slamming her down on his
cock. His hand covers her mouth to stifle her scream.
My attention returns to Minos. My knees drawn to my chest, I bite my lip as I
regard him. He lowers himself and sits on his heels, reaching toward me with
both hands. “Come here, Lia.” He seems to sense my hesitation. “I won't hurt
you, my love,” he says quietly.
Gradually, I move toward him. When I am within his reach, he cups my face in
his large hand, his thumb skimming over my cheekbone. Reassured by his touch, I
enter the circle of his arms.
He stands and tucks me against his chest. I squeeze my eyes shut and press
against him, the ache between my lungs finally receding completely. “I've got
you,” he whispers, his lips in my hair. “I know I scared you. But I would not
let this go unpunished. You've no idea how precious you are to me. I intend to
repay them for that, as well as let those who wander this earth know what will
happen to them should they cross my herd.” He turns, and we both look out over
the hilltop. The screaming has died down for the most part, the women resigned
to their fate. Each still is in the midst of being taught a lesson by the
bulls. On the edge of the light cast by the dying fire, Anket is settled
comfortably into the grass, munching on something. “I cannot account for the
actions of dragons,” Minos comments.
Theus and Riet, hand-in-hand, come to stand beside us. Silently, the four of us
watch as each member of our herd in turn finishes with the women. As soon as
they are satisfied, they turn and come to stand with us as their prey crawls or
limps or bounds away into the darkness. When the whole herd is gathered, Minos
looks toward Anket. The dragon is on his feet, licking his chops like a great
scaled cat. Tilting his head in a half-nod, he turns in a circle and bounds
upwards into the sky, his wings snapping open. Within a breath, he is gone.
Minos leads the herd slowly down the hill. It is late, the moon riding high
above, but I know none of us wish to sleep too near to this place. The silence
among the bulls is a comforting one. Exhausted, I rest my head on Minos’
shoulder. His steps rock me back and forth and soon we enter the covered
closeness of the trees. I breath a little easier beneath their branches.
 
I awake lying on the ground. Around me, the herd is settling down for the
night. At my back, Minos presses close, his cock already buried deep within me.
Theus and Riet lie just out of reach in my line of vision, both already fast
asleep. Minos’ strokes are soft and steady, even as he stretches me fully. I
heave in a sigh, relaxing as the last of the tension coiled tightly within me
drains away. Before he can claim me with his come, I am drifting off again,
contentment overwhelming me.
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110.
My fingers are sticky with berry juice, my tail flicking happy back and forth
as I sit perched in Naoth’s lap. “Careful there, pretty girl,” he teases me.
“If you keep tickling my cock with that thing I might just have to put it in
your pussy again.” I smile mischievously, craning my head back to look up at
him, bottom lip between my teeth. His smile matches mine, and he brushes gentle
fingertips across my face. “You would love that, wouldn't you?” My smile
widens. “Beg for me, baby. I want to hear you begging to be fucked.”
“Please,” I whimper, my smile disappearing. I look up at him from below my
lashes, exuding pouty and devoted desperation. “Please, Sir, my pussy is so, so
wet and ready for you. It needs to be stretched around your big, thick cock.
Please,” I squirm in his lap, making sure my ass rubs against his shaft, now
pulsing as it rests against me. His hand reaches around me to squeeze my
breast, and I push forward into his hand, arching my spine. “Ahh, please!
Please, please, use your little fucktoy. I just want to be pumped full of your
come.”
“Okay, okay, sweetheart. This cock is all for you. Spread that pussy open for
me.” I lean forward and reach behind me, pulling myself open for him. A moan
escapes me as he slides in easily, bottoming out and pulling my hips backwards
with strong hands. Tangling his fingers into my hair, he is quick to find a
rhythm, surging in and out of me.
Riet walks by us, come dripping down her thigh. She pauses to press a kiss to
my parted lips. Naoth smiles at her. “Be a good girl, Riet and lick off your
slavemate’s fingers for me. Lia got herself all messy eating the treats I gave
her.” Riet obliges, sucking my proffered fingers into her mouth. Smoldering
eyes locked on mine, she swirls her tongue around the digits. I shiver, and
Naoth squeezes my ass approvingly. “Why don't you stay and help lick out her
pussy when I'm finished?” He asks her.
“Yes, Sir,” Riet nods. She sinks to her knees in the grass in front of us,
waiting dutifully.
A sudden rustle of branches draws the attention of the entire herd. Just a few
paces away, a boy stands stock-still beside a still-trembling juniper. His wide
eyes flit over the minotaurs, finally finding Riet and I. Through his pants, I
see his cock harden.
Minos rises to his feet. “Hello, lad. You seem a bit lost.”
“N-not lost,” the boy stutters. “I-I-I come this way every day. But u-usually
it isn't— um…”
“Are you headed home then?”
“Yes to-to the town just over there.” He points off into the trees on the other
side of the herd.
“Well perhaps we’ll come with you. If you don't mind showing us the way.”
The boy knows he has no choice but to agree.
***** Chapter 111 *****
111.
Minos loves putting on a show for a human village.
Once we can see the vague shapes of buildings beyond the trees, Minos lets the
boy run off. He orders Saegr to kindle a small fire. Once just a few branches
are burning, Minos chooses one about as wide as my thumb. He blows out the
lingering flames, waving it back and forth until it is cool to the touch.
With the charcoal on its tip, he writes low across my stomach “FREE FUCK”. An
arrow points downwards toward the cleft of my thighs. On Riet’s chest, he
scribes simply, “PISS HERE.” Then he binds our arms behind us, our hands beside
our elbows. Satisfied with his work, he leads us out of the woods.
The boy has clearly announced our arrival. Villagers lean out of doorways and
windows, watching as we emerge from the trees. A handful of men brandishing
hayforks and pikaxes stand shakily in our path. Minos holds up both hands. “You
have reason to be wary, I know, but today we come to provide you men a
service.” We are ushered to the front. “We wish to station these two in your
town square. Nothing more. My bulls are merely here to protect them.”
 
To my surprise, the men agree, each assuredly thinking that they will benefit.
The arousal of each is apparent. They lead us to the centre of the village, a
round open area with a modest fountain in the center. Minos instructs me to
kneel on its low wall with my legs spread open. Riet is positioned on the
ground off to my right, also on her knees. The minotaurs step back, moving far
enough away from us to ensure no men that come near us feel threatened.
We do not have to wait very long. Still hovering nearby, one of the burlier men
hands his pitchfork off. He strides toward us with his shoulders pulled back
tightly, seeming intent on testing my herd’s generosity.
He comes to a stop in front of Riet. Peering down his nose at her, he begins to
work at the laces of his pants. Pulling his cock out, he places one hand in the
small of his back, pushes his hips forward, tilts his head to the side
slightly, and begins to piss.
The gathered crowd of villagers is utterly silent as his piss splashes against
her breastbone. Riet keeps her eyes lowered, long lashes brushing her cheek.
The charcoal on her chest begins to run.
The man pushes the last bit of urine out of his cock, shaking it so that a few
drops land on Riet’s face. Satisfied, he tucks himself away and begins lacing
up his pants. Without a word, he walks out of the town center, away down one of
the avenues.
The bulls look expectantly toward the other men. The humans, seeming to have
understood that there will be no repercussions for it, begin crowding forward.
At the edge of the circle, husbands are pulling away from their clinging wives,
shaking them off and moving toward us. I catch Minos’ eye as my gaze flits over
the herd. My ears swivel to pick up his low words: “Eyes on the ground, Lia.”
I do as he bids. As a result, I see only the lower half of the first man who
stands in front of me. His fumbling hands make quirk work of his pants, fingers
frantically pulling out his cock. It is of average size, but the balls he
settles on the outside of his clothing are large by comparison. Reaching
between my legs, his fingers pull my pussy open, and with his other hand he
pushes in his cock.
His thrusting is immediately fast-paced, his heavy balls swinging forward to
slap against me over and over. As Minos instructed me, I do not react to him.
Instead, I remain still and quiet as the man uses me. When he comes, I feel his
powerful jet of seed deep within me. I bite back my moan as his cock pulses
with his orgasm, his fingers squeezing along the base of his cock.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man in front of Riet pull her head back by
the hair. He strokes himself a few times before he begins to piss, the stream
catching her fully in the face. Stoically, she stays still and quiet. As soon
as he is finished with his piss, another man steps up to take his place.
Whoever was fucking me steps away. The next man to enter my line of vision has
his cock already in hand, and with his last step forward slides its girth in
effortlessly. This man’s strokes are markedly different, his hips swiveling
slightly as he thrusts. His fingers pinch at my nipples, just hard enough to
bring me to the edge. But I will obey Minos’ final instruction if it kills me.
I will wait to come until I am back on his cock.
When he comes, he pulls out to stripe my thighs with seed. The man who follows
brings the tip of his cock to press against my clit as he finishes. The two
after him finish with their clocks buried deep in my pussy, and the one after
that is powerful enough to spurt his come across my face.
All that remains of the charcoal on Riet is a thin black film dripping off her
hardened nipples. Her hair and body are soaked, and still more men wait for
their turn with her. A flash of movement catches my eye, and I watch as a boy,
perhaps thirteen, scampers to a stop behind her. Quickly, he pulls out his cock
and begins to piss on the back of her head. The older man who has his
considerable stream aimed between her thighs barks at him, and before anyone
can catch him, he finishes and dashes away.
We spend hours like this. After a while, the herd are offered some food by the
local barkeep. I recognize his apron—he had to move it aside when he had his
turn with me. The bulls accept gratefully. A few moments later, he comes out of
his bar dragging his beer wench by the arm. The trays she carries are laden
with heavy steins of beer and sizable portions of roast, but she seems
unwilling to serve the minotaurs. The barkeep, clearly intent on showing his
gratitude, pulls her none too gently toward them. Minos smiles at her as he
accepts the offerings, but her eyes are fixed on his cock, standing fully
erect, his loincloth pushed aside.
Behind the men, still staying far back, women of the village stand watching
haughtily. Arms crossed over their chest, heads are shaken, foots tap, and
tears drip down a handful of chins. Some men usher their sons forward with
them, speaking to them excitedly. One father brings an upturned bucket to help
his progeny’s cock be at enough of a height to enter me. He kindly leaves it
for the other boys in line.
As the sky begins to darken, there are only a handful of men left. I have begun
to notice a few as they return for a second turn, but shortly only a single man
remains. He stops first in front of me. Against my will, my gaze flickers
briefly upwards and I see shoulder-length black hair offset by tan skin,
forearms of corded muscle. His shirt is missing. His hands when they grasp my
hips are stained black. His pants are leather. A blacksmith then. His cock is
on the larger size, curved sensually upward. When he enters me his shaft
presses deliciously against my inner wall, and I struggle not to writhe.
His strokes are even and languorous, as he fucks me with one hand fisted in my
hair. He leans back, hips pressed forward, his muscled abdomen rippling. Though
tired, my blood heats fractionally. Without warning, the man leans forward to
whisper in my ear.
“Those bulls let us think that you two are their poor slaves that they are
allowing to be raped all day by us, but you love this don't you? I can feel
you, little slut. How wet that pussy is, how desperate you are for cock. You
would never tire of this. And your little friend over there, I can see here
eyeing me. Waiting for her turn. Desperate just to have me piss all over her
once I'm finished with you. How sweet you both are. Perhaps I will try and find
a foxgirl of my own.”
He slams in deep, bottoming out as his balls press against me. His come jets
into me powerfully, and I tremble on the brink, pushing down on my release with
every last shred of my will. The man presses close. “Ah, but you won't come for
me. What a shame. No matter, I enjoyed your sweet little cunt.”
He steps away from me, and I shudder at the void he leaves behind. I watch him
out of the corner of my eye as he aims his cock, still partially hard, at Riet.
He pisses across her breasts, her chest rising and falling with her breath,
subtly picking up speed. Through the curtain of her hair, I see her lips part.
When he is finished, the blacksmith tucks himself away, turns to give me a
smirk that has me toeing the edge once more, before turning to walk away into
the gathering evening.
I sway a little on the ledge. In a heartbeat, there are strong arms around me,
lifting me up. Before I can speak, Minos’ thick shaft is sliding inside of me,
and I draw in a shuddering breath. Pressing me close, he orders me to come. I
shatter around him, liquid pouring from me. He thrusts in a few times
shallowly, letting me ride out my release. After I am spent, he keeps his cock
buried inside me, binding my arms and legs behind him. Through half-closed
lids, I watch as Theus lifts Riet up under her knees and slides her down on his
cock. He takes a long piss inside of her, rivulets running down over his balls
to the ground below. Riet moans. She, too is then bound to Theus.
 
With the town behind us, the rocking of Minos’ steps and the warmth of his cock
buried within me have me on the edge of sleep. I am just beginning to drift off
when he runs a hand through my hair. “No, no, sweetheart. Don't sleep just yet.
I want you to eat something first.” Half-awake, I tilt my head back and open my
mouth, tongue stretched out. With gentle fingers, he feeds me a strip of dried
meat. He asks that I eat at least three of them, and follows the food up with a
waterskin. Satiated, I feel sleep coming to claim me with even more
determination. My fingers sunk into Minos’ soft fur, I close my eyes and relax
against him. A smile steals across my lips as I remember the blacksmith’s
words. Every one of them true.
***** Chapter 112 *****
112.
I am awoken early by Erebus as he presses a slick finger to my ass. My eyes
flutter open to take in the muted sunlight, the morning misty and cool. As I
yawn and stretch, he sinks in to the first knuckle.
He makes quick work of loosening me up. On all fours, I stay steady as he
guides his cock into me. Just a few paces in front of me, Riet lies still
sleeping, Taur curved around her protectively. Across the clearing, Corvus
rolls to his feet. He wraps a hand around his rigid shaft and looks around for
a moment, his eyes skimming over me, but finally zeroing in on Riet. He quickly
makes his way over.
Corvus bends down and pulls Riet onto her knees. She jars awake, smiling up at
Corvus. Without a word, he takes hold of her jaw, his thumb pressing her lips
open. Holding her just like that, fingers under her chin, thumb in her mouth
resting on her lower teeth, he aims his dick at her. She tilts her head back as
he pisses into her mouth, eyes locked on him as he towers over her. Behind her,
Taur wakes as well. He smooths a hand over her upper back.
His voice is tender as he speaks to her. “Good morning, little whore. Look at
you, swallowing down Corvus’ morning piss. Why don't you take mine, too?” With
that, he places a steadying hand on Riet’s left hip, raising her right leg off
the ground slightly. Still lying down, Taur begins pissing, his stream soaking
her pussy and inner thigh.
I shiver, and Erebus laughs. “Such a little slut, getting your pussy wet
watching Riet get pissed on. Don't worry, plenty of us will pee on you this
morning, pretty girl. Me included.” He lays a resounding slap across one side
of my ass, the shock of it sending my release tearing through me. I cry out,
arching my back as I come. Liquid pours onto the ground between my knees.
Erebus grabs a fistful of my hair. “Good fucking girl,” he growls. I pant and
whine for him as he fucks into me deep, filling me with his seed.
By the time I look up, Riet is across the clearing, swivelling her hips as she
rides Minos. Taur pulls away from me. “Lie down on your back,” he instructs me
as he rises to his feet. “Hold your legs open. Just like that, knees bent. Good
girl. Fuck,” he breathes as he begins to piss. “I love seeing my piss splash
against that swollen cunt of yours, marking my fucking territory. That's right
sweet girl, moan for me. I can't wait to watch that pussy get stretched around
our big cocks all day.”
At his words alone, I am quickly coming undone once again, my release flowing
out of me even as Taur finishes his piss. He smiles down at me as he milks the
last few drops from his cock. Breathless, I smile back.
***** Chapter 113 *****
113.
I am comfortably settled on Raem’s hip as the herd continues on, having decided
to walk for a while in the gathering dusk after the evening meal. My head
resting against the solidity of him, my legs on either side of his body, my sex
pressed against his fur, I bask in the sensation of love and protection. Raem
had fucked me twice during dinner, and I am now limply content, my pussy still
slicked with his come.
For the last few minutes, a steady desperation has been creeping up on me. But
I decide, just because I can, to remain where I am. Perfectly relaxed, I begin
to urinate, noticing out of the corner of my eye how the piss soaks into his
pelt, running in rivulets down the side of his powerfully moving leg. Raem
leans down to press a kiss to my forehead.
 
As I drift awake, I notice we are no longer moving. The fur in front of my nose
is gilded in the orange of firelight. I lift my head sleepily. Minos is
speaking to two men, who sit beside a small campfire on a needle-covered
hillock nestled among a grove of soaring pines. A young girl sits on the knee
of the man on the right. She is naked, the men clothed. Looking closer, I see
the man who holds her has his erect and sizable cock outside his clothing. Both
of the men seem vaguely familiar, and I realize the girl does as well. I
struggle to remember if I know them, fighting off the haze of sleep.
The man on the left reaches for another branch behind him and adds it to the
fire. As light flares up, I can see their faces clearly. And then I know. The
man on the right is the blacksmith from the last village, the last to fuck me
there. The one on the left is the blacksmith from the bazaar. And the child is
his daughter, her fiery auburn hair in two braids, her solemn grey eyes
watching the minotaurs.
I know Minos has already recognized them. After their exchange, it is decided
we are to spend the night here. The bulls each go their separate ways, some
making for the small river that winds away under the pine boughs to bathe,
others lying down on the soft needles to sleep. Riet goes to the river, while I
am handed over to Minos. He settles down with the men around the fire.
He places me in his lap facing outward, his shaft between my legs. With his
hand on the back of my head, he presses downward slightly. No further
instruction needed, I dip my chin and begin sucking at the head of his cock.
“Oi, do I remember that one. What a sweet lass she is, with a sweet pussy to go
with it.” I recognize the voice of the blacksmith from the bazaar.
“If you'd believe it Thaar, I've been balls-deep in her myself. Such a good
fuck. You've trained her well, Minos.” The voice of the second blacksmith is
enough to make my fingertips tingle. With it come flashes of him, leaning back,
his cock surging inside me, the taut muscles of his stomach rolling with his
movement. I feel myself begin to leak moisture onto the base of Minos’ shaft.
“Thank you, Arik. Now tell me, what did the men of the village say after we
left?”
Uninterested, I begin to tune out the conversation. As Minos lifts me up to
sink his massive cock inside me, my eyes fix on Arik and the girl. A vague
memory from the bazaar comes to me as our eyes meet. Liotta. She keeps her gaze
fixed on me as Arik wraps strong hands around her. He shifts her to face
outwards, his cock between her slim thighs. She folds over and braces her hands
on his knees as he pushes his cock inside her. Her braids bounce as she is
fucked, her eyes never leaving mine.
Minos and the men talk and laugh and tell stories, Liotta and I quietly pliant.
Minos’ strokes are strong, but he seems to be in no hurry. When Arik is
finished, he grips Liotta’s thighs tightly, pulling her down against him. When
she is released, she climbs off his lap. Thaar turns his head to whistle, and a
dog comes bounding out of the shadows behind them. His tail wags, his eyes
fixed expectantly on his master.
He points at his daughter. “Lick that cunt clean for me, boy. Go on!” The dog
bounces over to Liotta, who obediently raises a foot and delicately places it
on the edge of the log Arik is sitting on. Tail wagging madly, the dog laps at
her. She struggles not to squirm as he licks away Arik’s seed.
Task complete, the dog sits back happily, tail whisking in the needles.
“Alright then, Liotta. Come ride daddy’s cock. There’s a girl.” While she
stands quietly in front of him, he unlaces his pants and pulls out his member,
stroking himself to full hardness. He has her stand on one foot between his
legs, one of her legs bent and resting on top of his thigh. Again, she faces in
my direction, and we watch each other as his cock sinks slowly into her.
 
Hours later, I am still awake. Minos’ breathing is steady and even. Barely
daring to breathe, I work myself free of his grasp.
I find Liotta sitting alone among the pines, not far from where her father and
Arik sleep. I sit down next to her, drawing my knees to my chest and wrapping
my tail around me. She sighs, resting her head lightly on my shoulder.
Even my whisper seems loud among the mist-shrouded trunks. “I thought your
father said your mother would kill him if he fucked you.”
“That was before she died. We were all heartbroken. My brother couldn't stand
her being gone, so he ran away to become a soldier. My father was completely
lost. I'm not surprised he turned to me. I've always been his favorite. I don't
mind it so much, really. In the beginning it was kind of comforting. Now I'm
just used to it. I don't think much of it at all, even when his cock is in me.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Don’t be. It's just the way it is. And besides, he lets Arik fuck me too.” She
sighs. “Oh, isn't he dreamy?”
I suck in a breath. “Yes, he is. His deep dark eyes always make me feel like
he's already inside me when he looks at me. Like he knows it, too.”
“And he’s so strong. I love his hands, how strong they are. And his—” She
giggles, blood coloring her cheeks. “It's so big! And so, so pretty. I love it
when he puts it inside of me, just at first, when he's sliding in, and I can
feel it pushing, pushing, pushing. I try not to let my father see how much I
like it when he lets Arik have a turn. I don't want him to be angry at me for
liking someone else more. But I always come with Arik. And he knows it. I know
he does, when I'm squeezing around him and can hardly catch a breath. I'm
really good at hiding it. But I know he can feel it, how tight and wet I get
for him.”
“Me too,” I nod. “I never thought I'd want a human’s cock as badly as I want
the minotaurs’, but there's just something about him…” I sigh, wishing I had
been able to come for him. I imagine him smirking sensuously as I arch under
him, my release soaking his shaft.
“Maybe we should go wake him up.” Liotta turns to me, devious smile flashing in
the hazy moonlight.
“I think I’d better not. Last time I did something like that Minos got really
mad. I need to ask permission first.”
She shrugs. “Okay. Well I'm going to bed then. I think I'll try to dream of it
all night, that moment when he’s entering me…”
We say goodnight, and I pad softly over the needles back to Minos. When I lay
back down beside him, he instinctively pulls me close, still fast asleep.
Despite his hard cock pressing into my hip, my thoughts are also of Arik and
that moment when he had slipped between my thighs.
***** Chapter 114 *****
114.
I know timing is everything.
I wait until every bull has had their morning fuck, either with me or Riet. I
wait patiently in Thaetr’s arms as he thrusts in a last few times and comes
powerfully. My gaze is fixed on Orion, the last bull waiting this morning.
Luckily for me, Riet has just finished with Eros, and heads in his direction.
With Thaetr satisfied, I weave through the herd over toward Minos. He stands
pissing on the trunk of a pine, his cock hard once more, even after fucking me
awake only a short time ago.
“Hello kit,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “What is it
you want?”
“How did you know?” I stare up at him incredulously as he finishes, swiveling
toward me. I step closer to lick the last few drops of piss from the head of
his cock.
“I know you, kitten. Just like you so often know what I want without my having
to ask.” He pets my hair with his free hand.
“Well,” I mumble, toeing at the pine needles. I am suddenly nervous that Minos
will be angry. He notices my hesitation, and sinks down to one knee, his face
level with mine. I heave in a breath. “I wanted someone to fuck me, but I
wanted to ask you first if it was okay.”
He laughs. “Who? Arik? That is no surprise. Thank you for asking me first. Be
my guest, little one. Just remember who you belong to.” He leans forward to
kiss my forehead.
 
I find Arik loading his supplies from breakfast back into his small pack.
Liotta and her father are at the river, their dog with them. I can hear his
faint barking echoing through the forest. Arik is shirtless once again, and I
hungrily watch him move as I approach. His tight leather pants ride low around
his waist, their top laces still undone.
He doesn't notice me until I step out from behind the trunk of one of the
pines, my tail flicking nervously. My ears pressed back, I take a few more
steps in his direction as he cinches his pack closed with deft fingers, his
eyes on me.
“Well hello there.” His voice is velvet-coated steel.
“Hi,” I whimper.
“Can I help you with something, Lia?”
For just a moment, my eyes flick down to the slight bulge forming under the
leather. I take that as a good sign. “I asked Minos if it was alright for you
to fuck me again. He said yes. I want to come for you this time.” Dropping his
pack, he crosses the space between us in a few strides. He bends down and lifts
me into his arms, settling me on his hip. He is quiet, waiting for me to
finish. “I don't want you to think I didn't want to last time. I really, really
did.” The warmth of his skin against mine is intoxicating. I know he can feel
my wetness against him, and when I look again I can see the head of his cock
pushing up from his waistband.
“Lia, there is nothing I would savor more.” His finger traces my lower lip, his
lids heavy. He brings his lips close to my ear. “I want to feel you come for
me. Over and over. I want to feel your pussy tight around my cock when I make
you writhe.” I gasp in a breath, the blood roaring in my ears.
“Please,” I pant.
Turning on his heel, he strides into the trees away from the herd. As he walks,
one of his hands works loose the rest of his laces, freeing his cock. Rounding
a hedge of bramble, he lays me down on the pine needles, his body hovering over
mine. His lips slide against the side of my neck, and I moan, my head thrown
back. I feel the weight of his cock tap against my hip, leaving a slight
moisture there. Despite having spent the morning being used by the minotaurs,
need courses through me, the pulsing between my legs insistent. I feel
fingertips tracing up the inside of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I tremble as he brushes my swollen sex, slowly stroking me open as he breathes
open-mouthed against the underside of my jaw. He sinks one finger into me, and
I keen at the touch, his application of the barest of pressures against the
spot that cries out for it. I am already hovering at the edge of release,
brought even closer as a second finger joins the first. He fucks me shallowly,
stroking along my inner wall. My breathing is ragged and my fingers cling to
his strong arms. He shifts upward until his lips are hovering over mine, his
breath heady as it washes over me. Unable to hold out against the expert motion
of his fingers, I come undone, my body tensing, my mouth open in a silent
scream, breath held.
“Ahhh,” he sighs, glancing downward as my release pours out of me. “Fuck,
that's beautiful. I can't wait to see you spilling out around my cock. You
ready for that, baby?”
I nod eagerly, his fingers slowing to a stop. He draws them out of me and
brings them to my lips, moaning appreciatively as I suck them clean.
He grips my hair at its roots, pulling my head back gently, just enough to hold
me in place. His other hand dips down between us, and I feel the head of his
cock as it comes to rest at my entrance. My chest heaves, my hips surging to
bring him closer. He moans again, dragging his tip up through my wetness. “So
good, Lia,” he breathes into my ear. “I remember what it feels like to be
buried in this sweet pussy of yours. So tight and so, so wet. You ready to take
my cock?”
I whimper my assent, and suck in a breath.
The feeling is even better than I remembered, my tightness parting for him, his
rigidness sliding into me perfectly, easily. My hips roll to meet his as he
pushes forward, in, in, in, finally bottoming out, the tip of his cock buried
deep inside me, his hips against my own.
He props himself up on his forearms as he begins to thrust—powerful, even
strokes that have my head spinning. I claw faint red lines across his back as
he surges in deep, over and over. I moan and whine and gasp for him, his
breathing labored as his thumb brushes along my lower lip.
Without warning, he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as his hands cradle
my ass, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts.
My head thrown back, he licks a stripe up the length of my exposed throat.
Unexpectedly, I unravel again, my fingers going numb as the blood rushes to my
core, to the space around his throbbing heat inside me. He growls as I soak
him, his thrusting growing wilder.
“Come for me again, Lia,” he manages between gritted teeth. “I want to feel
you.”
I am powerless to do anything other than obey. Through the fog of my own
shuddering, spine-tingling release, I feel him press into me, his cock pulsing,
his seed jetting into me.
I cling to him in the aftermath, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each
other with the heaving movement of our breath. His fingers trace idle circles
on my lower back. I sigh, breathing in the smell of him.
“I wish I could take you with me, Lia.” He pulls down on my hips, pressing
fractionally deeper inside me.
I gasp. “I know. I would go with you in a heartbeat if I was free. But I'm
bound. And I want to be. I will never love anyone like I love my herd.” I pull
back from him, meeting his dark gaze. “I'm sorry.” I finish, quieter.
Because some part of me really is. If things were different— But I stop myself
there. They're not. Nor do I want them to be. I sigh, resting my cheek on his
shoulder, listening as his heartbeat slows.
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