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The sun warmed my back as I made my way through the forest at a decent pace. My breath came in huffs and pants, my loincloth around my waist drenched in sweat as I made my way through the multicolored forest. Autumn was so beautiful; the brown, yellow, and reds of the leaves highlighting the change of season and the cool breeze providing at least a bit of relief from my exhaustion.

The wood of my bow felt rough and coarse in my hand as my palm wrapped around the grip. The arrows in my quiver on my back jangled as they hit against one another along with the jewelry on my ears. The onyx of the ear rings looked presentable with my brown fur. I always received compliments for them. With every small noise, my heart raced in my chest and my eyes scanned over the environment with concern. I was in minotaur territory and they did not exactly like stags roaming about; especially scouts looking for supplies and mapping out the area.

The relief I felt when I heard the sound of running water nearby was incredible. My mouth felt almost dry at the thought of how long that I had gone without a drink. Walking through the forest, I used my senses to navigate my way through the maze of leaves and brush, making sure to not make too much noise. I did not want to alert any of the bull people who were nearby. There were strict penalties to trespassing especially now more than ever with simmering hostilities between our chiefs.

I huffed in annoyance at that. The only thing war ever brought was death and more work for our shamans and the fact that we were so close to another war would be horrible for our trade routes. Even though we would be able to have advantage when it came to access to rare herbs, the minotaurs would beat us into submission with their raw strength and brutality of their military.

Grabbing an arrow and priming it, I made my way through the thick brush of the forest and towards the sound of running water. My antlers managed to scrape against some of the bigger branches and I could hear the sticks bend as my antlers caught on some of the branches before giving a loud snap. When I finally ended up in the clearing, I was amazed by the sights around me. In the distance, massive mountains stood watch over the valley below, their peaks wrapped in white clouds that resembled almost blankets. Squinting, I could see small, black holes near the top of the mountain. They were the mines of the minotaur clans. If they could do anything when they weren't fighting amongst themselves, it was blacksmithing.

A shiver shot down my spine when I realized how close I was to our neighbors before walking over to the small stream. The rock bed of the creek was littered with tiny pebbles, each in a smooth, round shape and color. The water was clear as a crystal from being filtered out by the mountain and I kneeled near the bank of the small creek. I looked over my reflection, the bright red paint of our tribe marking my face, neck, and branching down my chest in a tree-like pattern. My creamy white fur mixed with my brown and I brushed a hand across my naked chest to feel the soft fur on my hand. I blinked my hazel eyes before reaching down to touch the water. My reflection muddied and I felt the cold water on the tips of my fingers. It felt like run-off from the mountains. It was a very pure stream.

Cupping my hands, I brought the water to my lips and drank heavily. It tasted so clean and pure as if it was directly from the gods themselves. I gave a small sigh in relief when the coolness of water traveled down my throat and into my stomach. I felt rejuvenated, and oddly warm. With my senses stimulated, I sniffed the air and closed my eyes. I could smell the leaves on the trees that came along the wind as well as the dirt of the earth. My heartbeat pulsed in my chest and the wet dirt near the stream had a distinctive scent on it. Along with the scent of the wet earth, I could smell sweat and musk. It wasn't familiar either; more earthier and masculine. I quickly tried to shut down my senses from exploring further, but it was too late. Curiosity began to settle in and I wanted to explore the scent further. It was my scout attitude that made me do things I would later regret. The smell of sweat was also appealing because of another reason; I was in rut.

Now, the rut was not that big of a deal among our people. Yes, if another tribe approached, they would see the signs. Some trees would be marked by antlers and the smell of sex was easy to spot, but our tribe managed to withhold the natural feelings through rituals. Unfortunately, I was given my mission earlier than the rituals from our chieftain...before I could lay with another. He decided that my mission for scouting was more important than our rituals and that I was the most trustable buck for the job. I didn't want to admit it, but I was more aggravated at the fact I wouldn't be able to get off before running off when I walked out of the chieftain's tent.

The heat began to bubble up my body as I started to search for that masculine scent. Whatever I wanted to do with the stream and reconnaissance was becoming lost in the hum of my more primal thoughts. My member began to stir and I could feel my loincloth tenting as I got closer to the earthy scent. Finally, I made it to the source. It was near a tree, and I could tell that it was marked by another male. The scratches along the bark made it clear that the male was also horned. It smelled like another buck and I felt my legs buckle as I leaned close to the bark. My heart began to beat faster in my chest and my cheeks flushed. Propping my bow up against the tree, I did not even bother to look at my surroundings as I further inspected the earthy musk.

There was something so much fuller about a matured buck rather than a doe. The scent was so much more addicting. Inhaling, I felt the achingly pleasurable warmth shoot through my body like a warm, liquid fire. I began to rub my antlers against the tree, my mouth opening in a long sigh of relief as I felt the rough bark against my antlers. It felt like a challenger and my mouth opened in a small groan. I reached down to begin to grope at my package, and could feel my member beginning to harden. My breaths came in long pants as I began to grind in the grip of my hand.

I didn't care how shameful it would be if someone were to spot me; I needed this. The craving for intimacy was too much and the desire shot through me like liquid fire. I continued groping my package and noticed a dark, wet spot moving across the middle of the pouch of my loincloth. My breathing came in long gasps, the scent still overriding my senses and sending a pleasurable tingle down my spine. Moving the loincloth away, I cursed the gods for giving me my unpredictable libido and grasped my shaft. Although I wasn't terribly big, I was big enough to get compliments from the individual's I bedded. Whether male or female, they got off in the end and so did I. Really helped curtail the feeling of the heat. I let the loincloth roll off of my body and down my ankles to leave me completely naked. I knew it was foolish out here, but that was the rational side of my mind. Right now, I just wanted to get off.

Now, I just had my hand and at that moment, it made me make a few sounds that I was not ashamed of in the heat of things. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I started to hump my hand, my tail flicking as a warm blush crossed my cheeks. The clear pre that dripped down onto the ground and began to slick up my member made the gliding across my shaft much easier and I could already feel my balls beginning to tingle beneath me.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh..."

Placing a hand on the rough bark, I leaned forward and felt my shaft bounce in my grip. Gods, I was so close and I at that moment it felt as if every nerve was screaming at me to just let go. I began to rub my antlers faster against the tree, bark beginning to fall to the ground in ribbons. Right as my panting started to reach a crescendo and I began thrusting wildly into my hand with abandon, I heard rustling in the bush nearby. My heart jumped and I slowed down, the rut still fogging my mind. Looking to my left, I saw leaves from a bush fall to the ground as well as the silver point of spear sticking out of the brush.

My stomach dropped and yet I still had my hand wrapped around my maleness and stroking it with abandon, albeit a bit slower and with a whimper. I was so hard and in need that the moment was embarrassing. I prayed to whatever gods were out there that whoever was behind the bush would understand. When the person from behind the bush started to rise, I managed to pull my hand off my maleness to back up against the tree with a look of fear across my features. I was too shocked to run and the heat of the rut was still running through my body.

What rose out from behind the push was ten times worse than a buck from my tribe. A minotaur's brown eyes considered my own, his gaze locked intensely in mine as his broad hands wrapped around his spear. He was naked besides a crude loincloth that covered him and his dark brown fur covered his body. He was broad shouldered like the rest of his species and jewelry adorned his body. One golden loop was around each of his plump nipples, the metal shimmering in the light. His nose was without the septum ring; suggesting that he was not a warrior and I realized then that I perhaps lucked out. The one thing I did not want was a hot-headed male with a lust for killing.

I did not hide my arousal. There was no point in hiding how deep in heat I was. Clear pre rolled down the head of my shaft and dripped onto the ground as the beast stepped forward. Although he was not a warrior, his stance was calm and controlled and he held his spear forward in an intimidating pose. His well-muscled body flexed as he walked forward and I was amazed by the beauty in his form. I did not know if it was the rut that made my shaft hop in excitement when he started to walk closer, but the way his massive body loomed ever closer to me excited me in a twisted way. I was still stuck where I was, too overwhelmed by everything to run and too curious as to why I was not attacked on sight. I was a mere scout; if he attacked, I would not be able to defend myself from his blows.

He was close enough now that the tip of the spear was right against my neck and I closed my eyes and held my breath as I awaited my fate. The minotaur spoke something in his language, the dialect primal and rumbling. It sent a shiver down my spine and I backed up against the tree that I was just rubbing against to feel the hard bark press against my back. I heard the shuffling of hooves as the bull moved forward. He repeated his phrase. Strangely, he did not jab the spear into my neck to get me to talk and I found myself curious as I opened my eyes. His brown pupils locked instantly on mine and I studied him closer.

His fur was dirtied and gleamed with fresh sweat. I inhaled his musk and quivered when I smelt the mixture of dirt and musk. He smelled like a field and I realized that perhaps this minotaur was a farmer or worked the fields. The rut was in full swing and I found myself paralyzed by my own biology. The combination of my own desires to finish with the masculine smells from the other male was making my head spin.

There was no embarrassment as long strings of transparent pre-cum made its way down my shaft and dripped onto the ground. The minotaur glanced downward and he eyed my member curiously. I was stunned when a smirk came to his face and he moved the tip of the spear away from my neck and instead braced me up against the tree with the wooden handle of the spear.

I was more than a little confused at this point and began to struggle. He used his broad body to pin me against the tree, his eyes still studying me curiously. I could feel his body push up against mine, his tree-trunk sized legs pinning my own lean and limber body against the tree. I could not kick out against the beast as he pushed his body against mine and I could feel his warm breath against my neck as he leaned in close. I could feel his gold rings rub against my chest as I tried to wiggle free, but it was to no avail. The mountain of a male had me right where he wanted and I was still unaware of his intentions.

This time, he was the one who inhaled and he sniffed my neck in deep, long breaths. I felt his body vibrate as a low rumble passed from his body and vibrated mine. If my arms were not pinned against the tree, I would have reached for an arrow in my quiver and plunged it into his exposed neck, but there was nothing I could do. I let him do what he wanted.

When he moved away from my neck, he had a knowing expression across his face as if he discovered a secret of mine that I had buried deep inside of myself. Now, my own curiosities were piqued. Ever since we started this war, I had a deep fascination with minotaur culture and physique.

When our tribe brought in the prisoners bound and naked, I would follow my chieftain down to the tents where we kept them. I would be fascinated by how their bodies were different than ours and I've always had a strange fascination about their culture. I found it especially wondrous when the males would bed one another even when our guards would be close by. We let it happen since sometimes the warriors would be willing to let others join if they felt our tribe members were worthy. The rut hit both of our species hard at times and even during war, we would still have at least one thing in common; we were both willing to lay down arms to satisfy one another. We learned quite a bit about minotaur culture during these sessions. I just never participated.

The minotaur moaned deeply as he stuck out his tongue and ran it up my neck. I could feel the slick appendage slowly work its way up my neck and I shook like a leaf. I felt the bulge in his loincloth press against my naked shaft and I panted longingly as I felt the rut burn in me. I tried to form words, but I could not as his tongue trailed further and further upwards until it brushed over the lips of my muzzle. I could feel the warm appendage on my lips and my tail lifted instinctively. The minotaur dived in past my lips to ravage me, kissing me deeply. I could feel a pleased rumble pass through his chest as his lips smacked against mine and the stimulus was like liquid lava pumping through my veins.

The beast's tongue rolled inside my mouth, exploring as if it owned me. I could practically smell the rut on him. The minotaur was in heat just as bad as I was.

The kiss continued to increase in passion until I felt his hands grip my shoulders and begin to push me up against the tree. The hard bark felt...interesting on my skin and my legs shook with the mix of pleasure and pain. The bark did not cut into my skin enough to draw blood, but it made me realize how pinned I truly was. I lifted my arms up towards his shoulder's, wrapping them around his neck. The minotaur's ears flicked happily, pleased that it seemed I was enjoying myself. Truthfully, I was still fearful. Even though this tribesman did not appear to be hostile, he was still capable of breaking me in two if he truly wanted. He was a rolling mass of sinew and muscle and every roll of the beast's hips, long intake of air, and flex the male made showed how much raw power he held within his body.

With a slick pop, the minotaur's tongue popped out of my muzzle and I was left a panting, heaving mess. Saliva dripped down my mouth and my partner was kind enough to take his thumb and wipe it off of my muzzle before moving the handle of the spear away from my neck. The creature watched me close as I dropped down to my knees, my cheeks red as fire as I began to take in fresh, clean air. The minotaur's musk has overpowered me and made me weak. The fresh air nearly made my head spin and I looked down to see my member was rock hard out in front of me.

With a smirk, the soldier raised his spear upward and I closed my eyes and braced myself to get stabbed. I had only been attacked once by an enemy and I had ran away fast enough that the damage was mere pricks and prods. I prayed to all the gods that this would be the same. When I heard a dull thunk and opened my eyes, I noticed that the minotaur had stabbed his spear into the ground nearby. I gave a sigh of relief and my new lover seemed to have noticed this. He gave a low chuckle before hooking his thumb into one of the many golden bands on his loincloth and jerked his wrist. The band snapped and I watched as the loincloth slid down the right side of his hips.

Giving a gasp at what I saw, a drop of drool rolled past my lips and I had to lick up the saliva to prevent it from dripping over my naked chest. My tail flicked as I attentively reached forward and grasped the minotaur's now exposed tool, feeling the nine inches of pure male in grip. The beast gave a pleased rumble and a snort as my hand wrapped around his shaft and gave it a stroke. I nearly jumped when the minotaur gave a low growl and stomped his hoof, his shaft throbbing in my grasp.

He was bigger than anything I had ever seen. The shaft was long, thick, and throbbing and I had to stifle a moan as I watched a clear bead of pre roll out of the head of his member and fall onto the ground. The male chuckled at my hypnotized look and reached forward to gently grasp my left wrist. I did not fight as he led my hand over to his balls, encouraging me with a smirk to feel the weight of his orbs in my hand. I groaned as the bull's right orb filled my palm completely, and I was instantly curious as to how much the male could produce.

The bull's eyes watched me closely as he stared at what he offered to me and I found myself transfixed by the organ. I could not help, but begin to slowly stroke my lover's shaft and gave a little smile when I heard a long sigh of relief leave the bull's muzzle. I genuinely chuckled, my hesitation over this situation leaving, but a blush starting to spread across my cheeks when I began to realize what exactly I was doing and what the minotaur wanted from me.

Especially when he grabbed onto both of my antlers and started to move me slowly towards his throbbing maleness.

I inhaled deeply, his musk surrounding my senses and making me shiver as I got up close to his member. "By the Gods," I said breathily as I continued to fondle his balls and stroke his shaft. He had a pleased expression across his face, knowing full well that I was under his control for now and his body flexed with raw power. He knew he had me dominated and I had every intention of letting my curiosity take the best of me. I leaned forward and licked across the head of his member, earning a snort from him and a burst of flavor for my actions.

I tasted sweat and musk instantly on my tongue and the minotaur's pre was rich. It had a salty and sweet taste; hinting at the fact that he had a diet of the local fruit around the area. Giving a pleased rumble, the tribesman put a hand on my head and I felt him guide me further towards his shaft and I let opened my mouth. However, I missed his shaft and the hard, throbbing mass caressed my cheek and left a smear of pre along with it. The minotaur chuckled and moved his hips back to angle himself with my mouth once again before rolling his hips forward and soon I was slurping lewdly on his cock.

The noises that came out of me were less than masculine. I moaned around the shaft, tasting every part of his thick maleness as it started to slide across my tongue and towards my throat. I did not even realize that he was hilted inside of my muzzle until I felt his fuzzy orbs up against my chin. I nearly choked on his bountiful endowment and drool ran down the sides of my muzzle. I reached forward to grab his hips, my mind and will to be dominant in the situation breaking as the minotaur's musk made my erection stand straight up and throb.

Caressing my cheek affectionately, the minotaur began to roll his hips back and I heard the slick squelch as his maleness began to leave my warm and wet maw. I began to move my hands towards his solid, firm rump and gripped hard on his cheeks as my tongue worked across the minotaur's shaft. The minotaur let loose a long, drawn out moan as he started to work his hips faster, snorting openly as my mouth pleasured him.

A slick squelching sound would punctuate the air with each hilt inside of my mouth and I was still hard as drool leaked down the sides of my muzzle and down onto my chest. The bull was starting to swear underneath his breath. I could tell by the way he held the words; long, gruff, and with his ears hung low and a blush across his face at saying such profanities. Such things do not change from culture to culture.

I began to work my hands from his rump, feeling the firm and plump muscles one last time before moving upward to his strong back. It was unyielding and naturally he was built more firm than my stag brethren. What the minotaur's lacked in grace, they made up for equally in raw power. As I felt across the bull's spine, I felt him quiver and his shaft jump in my maw as he used for his pleasure.

He snorted when he looked down to see my shaft sticking straight and erect, a smug grin moving over his muzzle. His hips started to move faster, his filled orbs slapping into my chin repeatedly. The squelching sounds that reached my ears made me blush and I looked up at the minotaur. His hand moved from my cheek down to my arm pits and suddenly I felt his arm move underneath my body. His other arm did the same and his body flexed as he heaved my upward. I was still sucking on his cock when this happened and it slipped out of my muzzle with a lewd pop. I was raised upward to his body with a lewd grunt and he wrapped his arms around my back.

The touch was gentle and it was obvious he was not trying to hurt me. His hoofed fingers tickled my skin and I found myself looking transfixed on the beast's dark brown eyes. They were the color of the cocoa beans that hung from the trees back at home and I found myself spellbound by his gaze. He gave a grin that seemed to radiate confidence as he leaned forward to kiss me passionately on the lips and I moaned as his blunt teeth bit softly down onto my lower lip. My erection rubbed against his hard abs and I felt his own slobber coated member rubbing in between my cheeks as he explored my mouth with his long, thick tongue. I immediately wrapped my legs around his midsection.

I reached forward with my right hand and began to feel up the massive horns above his head. They were curved and came to a sharp point. In my curiosity, I could not help, but feel the tip. It poked into my finger like that of a sword's blade and I pulled it away knowing how sharp it was. Luckily, I did not press hard enough to draw blood, but I knew that if so chosen, even the common minotaur farmer could use their head as a weapon. I gave a pleased rumble when he started to explore my own antlers. I chuckled at his puzzled expression and watched him carefully as he began to feel over the bone. When I looked down, I realized that he had adjusted his hold on me while we were enveloped in one another and that his arm was ducked underneath my thighs and I was literally sitting on his massive left bicep and I could feel the bark of the tree up against my back once again. It was an interesting position overall.

The kiss between us started to slow as we explored one another's bodies until with a satisfied huff, the bull pulled away from my mouth. He broke the kiss with me, a string of saliva between our smiling lips and we starred at one another for a few seconds. I felt his warm breath wash over my cheeks and I realized how hard my heart was beating in my chest and how long my breaths took to come out of my body. I wanted him more than I could even comprehend.

With that cocky grin, the reached down to one of my legs and moved it from his waist. Before my hoof fell to the ground, he took my left ankle in his hand and began to raise it to his right shoulder. I began to panic a bit and tried to reach for him, but he merely chuckled and began to move his right hand out from in between my thighs. I bleated softly, my erection sticking straight up in the air as my flexibility was tested. I wrapped my arms quickly around the trunk of the tree as he placed my left ankle on his shoulder. When he grabbed my right ankle, I knew what to do and raised it up to his left shoulder without any prompting. I was like a bridge between the minotaur and the tree, my body parallel to the ground as I hung between the minotaur's body and the tree. My chest was upwards to the sky while my back was facing down towards the ground.

With an arrogant grunt, the minotaur put both his hands underneath my back and lifted me up along the trunk of the tree until I was nearly level with his muzzle and I wrapped my legs around his neck. His eyes grew a bit wide as I flexed my leg muscle involuntarily and tightened my hold around his neck. When I noticed his surprise look, I quickly reached forward to put my hand on his abs to reassure him that I was not trying to strangle him in the strange position he put me in.

His look of worry started to calm and I blushed as I felt his hand on my own. I looked away from his eyes for a moment as his sparkled affectionately. Even without language, we both knew that there were feelings underneath all this. I found it interesting how something can blossom even in war.

After the strangely touching moment, I realized what position I was in when I felt his warm breath across my stiff maleness. I gasped when his tongue gave a long and precise lick from my balls all the way to the tip of my maleness. "Oh Gods...." I moaned out as his tongue started to work across my shaft in long and loving licks. When he dipped down towards my taint and began to head for my entrance, I tensed up and my body shivered and shook. It was my most sensitive and virgin area and the bull was ready to dive in. He looked at me, reading my expressions as his tongue began to circle around my winking hole. After circling around the hole for a moment, he began to lick and kiss the entrance, slobbering over it without a care in the world.

"Mmm, uhhh....yeah..." I groaned at the sound of him slobbering, licking, and kissing my entrance. The sounds of him pleasuring me made my ears flick and I lifted my tail as high as I could. I did not care that it made me look like a submissive lay, I just wanted the pleasure and the minotaur was more than happy to give it to me.

I adjusted myself around him accordingly to give him better access and he gave a low rumble of approval at the movement before slowly spreading me with his tongue. I covered my mouth and bit into my index finger to prevent myself from bleating out. The sensation of a warm and wet tongue wiggling its way deep inside of me was a foreign one and the bull continued to watch my face contort in a switch between nervousness, submission, and pleasure. He seemed to like the pleasure one the best, increasing his efforts whenever I closed my eyes for a moment and moaned outward openly before pushing up against his muzzle.

As he started to press deeper inside of me, he began to rub my chest in circles as he probed me with his tongue and I could feel my nerves begin to leave my body with each breath I took. Strangely enough, it was like being caressed by someone I had trusted back at camp and not just a horny stranger.

When the bull began to stick his tongue further inside of me, I had a blissful look on my face. My lover could not help, but smirk at the stupidly happy look at had across my features and he raised an eyebrow before angling his tongue in a different manner. I felt the movement and shifted slightly, but then felt a massive burst of electric energy fly through my body. It was almost as if liquid fire jetted through my whole being and I gave a long groan that quickly turned into a loud yelp as he probed the spot harder.

I had no idea what the sensation was, but I craved it and I started to push as hard I could against his muzzle. Consequently, his tongue just moved further with a slick sound that accompanied the movement and I arched my back with need as he ravaged that specific spot and with each electric pulse that swept through my body, I started to lose myself to the sensation. My cock throbbed with each push against my pleasure spot and I felt my climax quickly approaching. My balls started to pull up close to my body and I started to tense. I closed my eyes and said, "I'm about to....I'm about to cum..."

Although the minotaur didn't understand my language, he had a feeling of what was going to happen. He closed his eyes and amped up his menstruations tenfold. I couldn't control myself. I was a sweating, squirming mess as the white hot buildup started to make its way through my body, covering me in a blanket of ecstasy.

"Ahh, ahh, oh Gods!"

My cock throbbed once, twice, and then a third time before the pressure that started at the base of my tail flew out of my body in the form of thick, white strings of seed. It rained down upon my chest, some hitting my face and across my neck. The beast that was rimming me gave a deep rumble of approval before quickly taking his tongue out of my hole with a slick pop and starting to lick my shaft before engulfing it in his muzzle. I gasped, the sensation of his thick tongue washing over me along with the rest of the orgasm and I gritted my teeth as I gave him the rest of my climax. He drank it down hungrily, his eyes opened now and not leaving mine as I shivered and trembled.

I watched the muscles of his throat work down the last of my climax and my body slumped down. As he moved his muzzle off my cock, I shook like a leaf. I was still sensitive from the climax, my shaft throbbing and hard still, but incredibly touchy. He let my member fall out of his muzzle with a "schlorp" sound and gave the head of my maleness a kiss. He was grinning like a demon as he slowly started to lower me down to the ground.

I was still transfixed on his gaze as he lowered me downward until my back was against the cool dirt. He pulled me back a bit, moving me towards his gigantic body and making sure my antlers were not pushing against the tree. I have to admit, I was a little intimidated when the bull's sweaty form was hunched over me. His hulking body dwarfed mine in size and stature and my respectively lean and muscular form was not much in comparison. He pressed his shaft up against mine, leaned over my body and nibbled my ear. The minotaur's length was large, thick, and throbbing. It looked ready to burst at any moment and I was slightly intimidated; I knew exactly where my lover wanted it. I moaned openly, arching my back once again to push up against his chest.

He seemed to have liked the contact and continued nibbling on my right ear and wrapped his hand around his member and pointed it towards my hole. I could feel his shaft moving and rubbing against the layer of saliva that matted my fur down near my hole and I shivered at the cold feeling of the spittle drying before the warmth of his cock warmed up the cooling areas quickly.

The teasing was too much for me. From the poking and prodding against my backside to the huffs of breath that would tickle my cheeks. The rut was starting to come back to me in full swing and I reached around the minotaur to grip his backside and stare him in the eyes. He looked down at me with what appeared to be knowing. He stopped rolling his hips and angled himself appropriately and began to push in achingly slow. I gritted my teeth as his head moved into me, the saliva providing a suitable lube as he started to slide inside my tight, virgin rump.

He gave a long moan that turned into a long moo that sounded suitable coming from cattle. If I wasn't uncomfortable from being stretched beyond normal, I would have laughed openly. Instead, I was biting my lower lip to keep from yelling out. The bull sensed this and moved from nibbling my ear over to my lips. He nibbled on my lower lip as he pushed in further before sucking them into his muzzle and then kissing me slowly. It was like a heat was starting to fill me with each smack of his lips against mine and not just a heat in my loins. His maleness radiated inside of my body as I closed around the invader and instead of my body pushing him out, it was if it was welcoming him inside.

The pain of the initial penetration started to replace itself with a fullness and when he sank down to the hilt and I felt his full orbs against my rump, I could feel those electric pulses starting to shoot through my body. I yelled out into the minotaur's mouth as he pushed against my most sensitive spot. I rolled my hips to meet his and he grinned as he kissed me. He knew he had me around his finger once again.

Whispering sweet nothings to me in his own language, I felt his hips begin to move back and the thickness of his shaft leave my deepest areas for only a moment before he slowly plunged back in. I never felt anything like what he was doing to me in my entire life. My toes curled and I broke the kiss with him to moan out into the wilderness, begging for more. I gripped his cheeks to feel the muscle flexing underneath and cried out as he began to pull out again. The electric shocks were just as intense as rimming and my body shook as he began to pivot his hips in a deeper, deliberate motion.

I realized that I had a very passionate lover on my hands when he began to lick and kiss my cheek, wanting the intimacy. I wasted no time in giving it to me as he made me feel things that made me grip him harder. When he began to speed up his thrusts, I thought my mind was going to explode. My whole world was spinning as I basked in nothing, but the raw sex and I gave in. I begged, cried out, and moaned as he had his way with me and I loved every single move of his hips.

Confident, the minotaur started to move his hips even faster in furious blows that made my rump shake and his balls smack against my rump audibly. The sound of sex rang out in the forest, and I could smell our sweat and musk combining as he rutted like beasts. He gripped my ankles and heaved them over his shoulders, spreading me like the bitch I was as he took his conquest. My member was hard and unyielding as it slapped against my chest over and over and I could feel that heat beginning to move around my body once again as everything began to tighten up.

The minotaur was thrusting into me with abandon now, my gentle lover turning almost feral as he thrusted into my tight, warm entrance without restraint. My body wobbled with each movement of his strong hips as he reduced me down to nothing more than a mewling whore.

I could feel him throb inside of me and from the way his body tensed with each push and his tail flicking back and forth frantically, I knew he was growing close. Whenever he started to get close, he would tamper off his thrusts and grind against me, purposefully pushing against my prostate and making me moan out. He knew where my sweet spot was and he wanted to abuse the hell out of it. He was doing a good job of it as well.

Although he was a machine, I knew that my climax was drawing near. With one more long, deep, and hard thrust inside of me, the minotaur hilted in me and gave a long rumble. The movement of his chest combined with the stimulation I was receiving sent me over the edge. I bleated out like a submissive bitch as I sprayed my matted fur with another fresh, warm helping of seed. Stream after stream of milky white hit my fur in quick succession and I could only hold on for the ride as I clamped down on the minotaur's shaft with each jet that flew out of the head of my cock.

The minotaur moaned as I tightened around him so much that my not-so-virgin rump kept him from moving as fast as before. He settled with rocking his hips nice and deep into me, coaxing more of my load out of me. I could feel his shaft pulsing inside of me and I realized that he was watching my face closely as I came. It was a simple gesture, but when I bit my lower lip and started to twirl my fingers in my load, he started to snort and grind against me harder.

"Ahhh....uuurugh.....RARAHHHH!" the minotaur bellowed as he came inside of me. I felt the heat wash into me instantly. It felt like a warm river was being pumped into me. If I was a women, there would be no doubt that I would be pregnant and I shivered at the thought as his member pulsed and throbbed. I could tell he was pent up by the way he gritted his teeth throughout the climax and I imagined his massive balls pulled up to his body as they pumped their contents inside of me.

My ears flicked as I heard squelching like when my mouth was around his cock. I looked up to see his load up against his crotch area. I was overflowing and his seed was being pushed around his cock and splattering against his groin. He was simply grinning like a fool as he continued to cum, still pumping me with his load. I had no idea how long he came for, but I was relieved when he let go of my ankles and collapsed on top of me, his warm fur rubbing against mine and protecting me from the cool wind that came sweeping through.

We were both a panting and heaving mess as we laid on the ground. The afterglow hit both of us hard and we found ourselves simply feeling one another's bodies in an almost hypnotized fashion. He nuzzled against my neck, his affectionate side back after our little session and I chuckled when he licked up my neck and kissed me softly on the lips. I was like his little pet.

And I didn't have any problems with it. It was a much better alternative than getting stabbed.

Eventually, he started to pull out and the sound that accompanied it reminded me of how much the minotaur came in me. With a pop, the beast's cock came out and so did at least half of his offerings which spilled onto the ground. He went back to eating me out with that long tongue of his when we both looked at one another longingly and soon we had another session with his back on the ground and me riding his member to add another load up my rump.

When that was all said and done and we were both covered in cum, he threw me over his shoulder. I was too exhausted to protest as he carried me like some sort of trophy back into the forest and I bounced along on his beefy shoulder. He held me like I was precious and I could feel his two loads leaking down my rump and over my balls as he walked me through the forest. He held me with my head facing forward so he could plant kisses on my muzzle from time to time whenever he got that hungry look in his eyes but refrained from screwing my brains out even though he was erect the whole walk. He did not seem ashamed by his nudity either.

He kept walking until finally we made it to some sort of clearing. In the clearing, there were tents of all shapes and sizes, shadows casting down over the tents and protecting them from the rays. My eyes went wide; I was at the minotaur's camp.

He walked me through with a gloating smirk, as the other minotaurs went about their business; either knitting or cooking. Some were stringing their bow while others were sharpening their swords. The ones working with the weapons had nose rings; warriors of the highest caliber. I looked past the tree line to see the mountains were extraordinarily close to where we were and I gulped. I was going to get the recon info I wanted, it seemed.

Some shot glances over in our direction and I looked back at them to see they had glowing smiles and some managed to slap my lover's back and some even went so far as to grip his backside. I also felt my own backside groped and sometimes even slapped. My lover growled at them whenever I was touched, however. I was his property now.

Both of the warriors with my lover stopped in front of him, their weapons at the ready and they were both grinning. They spoke in their common tongue and my lover looked a bit worried at first, but then said a few things in a low, gruff voice. The warriors looked at one another and then back at me before nodding. Their tails flicked and I found myself looking at their elaborate tattoos around their body. They were well muscled like my lover, but with a bit less fat. Their bulk was made for fighting. One of them said something that sounded more like a name and I held onto the word.

"Rock, ill umerg desh?"

My lover responded with a chuckle and shook his head and he caressed me cheek, making me blush and look away. The left warrior gave a booming laugh before walking forward and grabbing the farmer's cock and giving it a stroke. He then used his other hand to fondle his nuts. I could feel him tense up for a moment and relax. He then pushed it downward and then let it go to let out a lewd slap throughout the encampment.

"Timuth vas rame?" the warrior said as he continued to slow stroke the farmer's maleness and fondle his orbs.

"No. Yueth a vas nith," My lover simply said with a smile before walking forward confidently.

My lover walked past them and they both had to take a moment to adjust their loincloths. A lot of them had to do a lot more readjusting when they noticed the fresh stains down my lover's back and coming out from my entrance.

The warriors had knowing smirks on their faces as they watched me get walked away with my lover and I looked back with a curious expression. I figured that if they wanted to kill me or sacrifice me or something, they would have done so already. We never sacrificed warriors and especially not scouts. It was a major offense to do so in our culture. I hoped that these minotaurs felt the same as I was led inside of a small tipi.

The tipi was cozy and I felt right at home. Spears and tools were placed over to the right and all around the floor there were cloths laid down that looked soft to the touch. Leather skin bottles were near the tools and I felt my body relax when we were out of public eye. I was laid onto one of the many clothes and soon I was kissed passionately once again. I moaned into the kiss, reaching up to stroke my lover's cheek as we made love to one another.

When the kiss broke, and I gained a breath, I put a hand to his chest and this time it was his turn to blush openly. I smiled warmly up at him and then brought the hand to my own chest. "Keneath," I said.

His eyes twinkled knowingly and he nodded. He then replied, "Ken...Ken-eath?"

I chuckled at his adorable face and he gave a foolish smile at his attempt to learn my name. I then put a hand to his chest and said, "Rock?"

Rock nodded and said, "Rock."

We both shared warm smiles to one another and he began to kiss up my neck. I laughed at the small kisses as his tail flicked excitedly. When his lips landed on my own again, I didn't mind when he started to hump against my leg. He was insatiable, honestly.

And still is.

When the kiss broke once more, he looked down at me mischievously and said in my tongue three simple words, "Rock...fuck...Keneath?" It seemed he was asking for conformation on his earlier performance. I was just surprised he knew that much of my tongue.

I nearly laughed out loud and repeated back gruffly. "Rock fuck Keneath...good."

"Rock feel good?" Rock asked in continued broken dialect.

"Oh...Rock feel so good," I cooed as he kissed him on the lips softly.

"Mmmmm..." Rock rumbled before pulling me close, his chest bumping against mine and I felt him begin to push in ever so slowly once again. I moaned out, my body tensing and I heard the squelch of the previous loads getting pushed around.

"Rock...fuck good...again."

I groaned unashamed as Rock started to speed up his thrusts right away to rutting speed and I held on to his muscular body as he thrusted me into the furs. My fingers dug into his back and I could feel his muscles work. My eyes were already beginning to close as I was brought back to heaven.

I was going to have a really good report whenever I got back.