My Minotaur X

Of course I knew the little whoreson was going to be in the back of the pack, heroically letting wave after wave of his men fall victim to the cunning of the bull's defenses. I was not wrong. There were only hundreds of traps and thousands of men. Finally, a human shape at the fringe of the fog could be seen running in, spear in hand.

"THEY'VE BREACHED!" I shrieked from lofty post. Hearing my voice echo from the distance I couldn't help but shudder. Oluth had been right; I was shrill. But my call was heeded, and now warriors prepared for a melee broke from their huts and stations. The first man to run through had caught sight of me and immediately ran for the ladder.

Though I was no fighter I was prepared to ruin my priceless footwear stomping on his face as climbed, but luckily it didn't come to having to test that resolve. Talitanitia re-emerged with a long smooth staff in hand, whipping it viciously into his ribs, propelling him from the ladder in an almost dancer-like spin. Then three more were through and she was dealing with them as well.

I'd overheard many of the Myrnotaur's question her choice of weapon the day before, wondering why she did not elect to use a sword or axe. As I watched her work, it was obvious. In her strong, skilled hands the staff was a thing of beauty, equally dangerous along any part of it, an infinite number of edges that she could bring to bear in any direction at any time. My jaw went slack as I watched her dispatch man after man, whirling the weapon around her lush body in an unending blur, toppling form after form, finding its way around defenses and into the chinks in armor. Soon she stood in a pile of groaning forms so dense she and her victims were literally standing on the backs of bludgeoned men as they fought.

I felt safe with her at the base of the tower. I let my eyes wander to see what else was happening. The Bull's of the village did not keep much in the way of traditional weaponry. Instead they favored to let their muscles work their best, usually seeking to first immobilize the soldiers with a grab or a punch, then if they still had fight they risked being savagely gored by the Minotaurs' horns and tossed indifferently aside. My heat leapt briefly seeing that each bull was the match of many humans, but sank again at just how many humans I could see snaking their way through the fog.

Saela was more ready for this than I would have thought possible. Like a ghost she flitted from shadow to shadow, darting in as different opportunities presented themselves. Sometimes she was forward to slip her leg out to trip an incoming man, at others she would move her hands in the most skilled manner, robbing a soldier of his sword and absconding way with it. Mostly though, the little bitch was just tapping groins left and right. Not a human testicle was safe from her vicious knees, elbows, fists and feet. She got three in a row this way before vanishing from my sight again.

Oluth and Aryth were thrilling to see in battle, each his own dervish of destruction. Aryth was an unstoppable Juggernaut, fearlessly plowing his way through the ranks for the oncoming soldiers, his great head thrust left and right to toss them like so much reaped wheat to the ground. I saw now how he'd earned those many scars of his; he was effective but reckless in battle.

Oluth by contrast has learned more Finesse from 'Tia. He did not charge, but took the time to line up his strikes and counter attacks, goring neatly and letting his prey slip to the ground instead of flinging them about. His cudgel-fists were no less deadly than his brawnier brother's and both of them dented helmets and skulls as one each time a sound blow landed.

Even as all fought so bravely and well, they were falling back, and I was forced to join them, getting a handful of splinters as I flew down the ladder, joining the bulk of the Village inside the huge main hut. Here the strongest warriors, Oluth and Aryth and Talitanitia stood in the doorway, taking on as many as could face them at one time. Their prone forms and lifeless corpses beginning to pile up high enough, that they were now becoming an obstacle all themselves.

But thousands of men remained, and one could see from the Amazon's heaving breasts and the great snorts of breath coming from both great bulls' nostrils that they were tiring, rapidly. Finally a nasty pommel caught Aryth flush in the head and he was pushed aside with a startled grunt. Men poured through the hole and engaged the rest of the villagers as they stepped up to fight.

But anyone could see this was hopeless now. The Myrnotaur's would not last, the hut would be overfilled, and all were certain to be slai—

FRZZZZZAMPH!

I do not know how else to describe the sound that interrupted my thoughts.

There was a flash of crimson and a figure I'd never thought I'd see again abruptly stood in the center of those townspeople not yet engaged in battle.

"Hello pointy-ears, bull-balls, muscles." Then she looked at me, "Oh, and hello to you, tits. Did you all miss me?"

"VALISIVALE" The four of us cried at once. Tia then asked with a hint of jealousy, "Wait, why does Lady Ailara get to be 'tits'?" She thrust hers out for emphasis.

"Because she doesn't have muscles. Next question." Valsivale shot back.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"I had to find myself. Between Oluth dominating me and that awful woman having her way with me, I came to the frightening conclusion that I might be some sort of hedonist... a slave to my passions and whoever could enflame them."

"And?" Saela asked after a prolonged pause.

"And I came to the obvious answer. Yup! That's exactly what I am. Since Oluth has brought me more pleasure than anyone else, I'm here for him. Not a moment too soon from the looks of things, I'd say." She rubbed her hands together. Saela shot me a meaningful glance. It specifically meant that the Enchantress was still completely insane.

"Can you Teleport us all away from this?" I asked.

"Probably. But that's not what I'm going to do. This armies' greatest strength is its greatest weakness too. All these men. All this raging battle energy. I wonder...what if I just....turned it in on itself....."

As she spoke, her voice grew distant and her eyes did not really seem to look at us anymore. Her arms spiraled, commanding that which we could not see, swirling it around and around, a great vortex seeming to be described in her broad body language.

Then it was the sound of hundreds, no, thousands of betrayals all happening at once. The sickening sound of swords piercing armor, cloth, flesh rang out in a grotesque echo as every soldier turned to the man on his left and savagely stabbed or slashed him. Eight thousand men became four thousand, then four thousand two, and so on, until only handfuls were left, fighting one another. The last man standing seemed to break from Valsivale's spell, cast his head about in despair, and then fell on his sword.

The whole process took less than 30 seconds.

There was a moment of quiet. Then something truly fantastic happened.

My husband, the Lord Fizzlethip, idiot that he was, assumed the silence meant his side had won, and without a Myrnotaur in sight he strode confidently across the endless bodies of his own men, swaggering right into the main tent. There was certain sadness in how a great step for him was such a tiny lurch. But I no longer felt an ounce of pity for the madman. This many had died to claim him and I would end it now.

"So, Wife, are you rea—" he stopped cold, realizing he stood alone, surrounded by the enemy, Oluth triumphant.

"Kneel, Fizzlethip." Oluth commanded. The little man seemed about to well up with tears, but threw himself on both his hands and knees before the Herd Leader.

"You have pursued me far. You have caused me no end of trouble. The blood of your legion is on your selfish hands." He let his rich, booming voice hang in the air, the small man trembling at what was to come.

"I have decided, out mercy or malice, that you will simply have to live with that. I show you mercy."

"Thank you mil—"My husband began, cut short by me.

"NO!" I screeched. All eyes were on me for my defiance.

"My Lord, Oluth, made a promise long ago." I grimly intoned as I reached beneath his loin cloth, seizing the root of his massive, soft cock, hauling it high.

"MY MINOTAUR KEEPS HIS PROMISES!" I yelled with triumph as I brought the meaty cudgel down with all my might, tits lending weight to the swing as I came down with it.

"AILARA!" Oluth growled.

"BROTHER!" Shouted Aryth.

"CRACK" Said my husband's neck, breaking from the sheer weight of the cock that made him a cuckold so long ago, impacting the back of his head. His tiny, lifeless body toppled forward.

There was another silence. Then Oluth hauled me up by both arms, his grip so firm it was almost painful. He brought me face-to-face, his voice infinitely more menacing in the quiet way he spoke.

"You will never defy me like that again. And you will be punished for this, later. Do you understand me?" I nodded.

***

There was cleaning. As quickly as they'd built their war machine, the Myrnotaurs cleared the bodies away, taking them some great distance from the village and burying them, together. I am happy to say they left no mark. I made myself sheepishly useful, tonguing the sweat from the balls of the hardest workers, perhaps paying them back in some small way for the price they'd paid for my freedom and disobedience.

When all was cleared away, all, at last bathed, and went to the hot springs to be clean. While we languished, Valsivale came to rub Oluth's shoulders, and spoke slowly into his ear, loud enough for all of us to hear, "Your cult of lust grows close, great Bull. I can sense their insatiable desire acutely, even from their three hours away. I think they have grown since I last left your side. There are hundreds now, who thirst for a taste of your legend."

Oluth smirked, his hand unconsciously drifting towards his "legend" where it floated out before him in grand display.

"We'll be ready for them." He intoned.

And we were.

There was no Fog-of-War left in the air by the time we could see them. They marched relentlessly forward, a huge mob of nubile women. They looked well cared for...but then I couldn't see any inn or town refusing to care for such a bevy of comely guests, and it was certain that they had picked up plenty more followers just from descriptions of Oluth's sexual prowess.

At the head of the pack there was a tallish blonde leading them. She seemed to almost be using her large rack as a sort of divining rod for Oluth, and at the sight of him, she squealed with glee, pointing and shouting to the others. Then she was running, charging up the field on a beeline for the hulking Minotaur.

"Not on my watch!" I shouted, and stripped down, running with my breasts bouncing painfully to meet her head-on. We had a collision tits-first in an earth-shaking jiggle-fest, the two of us collapsing to the ground. Mine were a little bigger, and I won... when the dust had settled I was straddling her, knees to either side of her ears as I stuffed my bare cunt into her mouth.

"Eat me PEASANT!" I screamed triumphantly, "EAT ME!" She did.

While the mystery blonde was doing her best to tongue-ream me out, perhaps assuming I was Oluth's gate-keeper, one of the Myrnotaurs came over to join us, dropping his great head to lick and lap at my tits. His tongue was so large he could practically lift my heavy globes on it, and he eventually graduated to pressing them together, titfucking his tongue with my vast canyon of cleavage.

I saw more Myrnotaurs charging to meet more women as they came forth in their great wave, couple after couple colliding in any number of configurations, the lusty women seeming to not be picky so long as they had a creature even resembling Oluth, and none were disappointed so far. One was scooped up into a standing 69 position, and another leapt right onto the hard-cock of a strapping bull. Another twirled with her interceptor, the two already fucking by the time they hit the ground, her head drooping in a humiliated-looking doggy-style.

Saela pulled one of her classic sneak attacks...I saw her slip off somewhere out of sight to side, and then suddenly she was completely wrapped around a wanton-looking redhead, grinding her breasts into the woman's back as her finger's snaked skillfully across the exposed clitoris. However the woman turned, Saela evaded being shaken or from losing her contact, and soon her poor victim was on her knees, sobbing with pleasure as her pussy was well and truly frigged out with Syphaerel fingers, growing more juice-coated by the second.

The Myrnotaur finally stood and flopped out his cock, first squatting over my blonde's face, feeding her his huge nuts as he thumped the head of himself against my now-wet tits and clit. He was no Oluth, but at over a foot of cock he was certainly no slouch either. He stood to cram himself inside of me, reaming my throat deep with his entire length. Now so accustomed to even larger sizes I took him all without difficult, stroking the backs of his balls with my palms as I twisted my hips, really clit-grinding my peasant bitch below.

Talitanitia had belted up, and marched onto the "battle" field with that gruesome dildo-harness swaying in the breeze. She easily caught two interlopers as they closed in on Oluth, pulling one beneath her apparatus to feast on her pussy where it suck out, and made the other lubricate the awesome tool with her mouth. The two sucked her respective parts, real and artificial, until her head was craned back in a perfect mask of pleasure. Not to be left out, two more stopped their charge to close in on her tits, all of them quadrupling up on her tall, fit frame in a tornado of tongues.

Now I was being well and truly throat-fucked, huge gobbets of slobber and precum spilling from my clenching-then-unfurling lips, dripping down the majestic Minotaur shaft and finally pooling on my slut's forehead. Inside my head I was jokingly chiding myself for what I prude I'd been before my adventures had started. How could I never have seen the brilliance of women devouring my sex like this? All the time I'd wasted NOT having my ladies-in-waiting sexually service me where my now-deceased husband had failed. I was a fool, and I proved it in the way I gushed nastily onto her face, wiggling my ass tauntingly all the while.

Aryth strode into view next, simply putting his hands on his hips, letting his big dangling cock and balls lure a handful of women right to their knees before him. The five of them all found room somewhere on his spectacular equipment, and soon heads were bobbing in a virtual spray of slobbery drops bursting out from each of the quintet's horny mouths. Aryth groaned in pleasure as three mouthed his cock in one direction and his balls were tugged apart from each other, stretching in his ropey sack by two fought over them. There was a bull in bliss.

Valsivale weaved her magics, the women who were streaming past those of us already in the midst of the growing orgy finding themselves abruptly better endowed and hornier, some leaving visible trails of dripping nether-nectar as they squirmed forward, rendered totally and mindlessly passionate by the Enchantress' sorceries. She then gathered a cloud of lust so pure it was visible to the naked eye, a humongous, throbbing pulse of purple energy that suffused her entire body, and with an almost triumphant cry she clapped her hands together, index fingers pointing...

...at Oluth.

It was not a subtle transformation. The Great Bull seemed to fill out slightly, his muscles coming to rival those of his brother, his height increasing to over his already normally gigantic status, and his equipment became ridiculous. His balls bulked out, sagging ever-lower in their thick sack, becoming as large as my tits, then larger, swelling out like a pair of prized watermelons and even larger. If his legs had not grown the fat impossible pair would be dragging a pair of ruts in the dirt as he strode forward in glorious, poetic motion. And his COCK. That beast DID drag, still soft and longer than his normal length hard he towed the preposterous undercarriage behind him, head like a hay-cart, shaft like the neck of some un-slayable dragon.

A group of perhaps a dozen girls had finally reached the Herd-Master. He grinned wickedly and swung his hips, cocks lashing out like a great sweep that bowled each and every one of them over. Seizing his huge member in his huge hands, he shook the soft rope of fuckmeat back and forth, wiggling it across the bodies of all the girls he'd just knocked down. Then undulating it up and down he rolled it over them like waves and waves of dick, a tide that wouldn't stop. Visibly aroused they could only squirm and take their punishment, tongues, hands, jiggling torsos and bucking hips doing all they could to counter-attack the phenomenal fuckbeast now accosting them.

The orgy swirled all around me now, and as the Minotaur who had been having his way with my mouth pulled out, stroking himself to a nasty orgasm that left me and my pussy-eater totally drenched, it tightened, magically augmented participants closing in a sort of fist, made entirely from fucking participants. To every side of me were cocks, tits, balls, pussies, dicks, mouths, nuts, asses, shafts, scrotums, gashes, slobber, pussy-juice, cum, sweat, prongs, pricks, soft limp members, swinging semi-hardons, throbbing doorknob sized heads and gapingly ruined cunts, and bruised bosoms.

It became far too much to keep up with all of it, and I fear dear reader, the following accounts I leave you with are more than a little disjointed, yet all one could hope to do with two eyes.

Talitanitia's foursome and Aryth's five-some had merged, 9 horny women fighting with each other for access to suck Tali's fake dick and to tongue her clit, which they alternated trying to crowd onto Aryth's cock and balls. With a grin the Amazon swept her sluts away from her toy, unbolting it to bring her oozing pussy in sharp contact with Aryth's fantastic prong. Standing face-to-face they fucked, still being licked by the worshipful throng. Those who could not fit on 'Tia's huge bosoms or Aryth's swinging, ass-slapping balls, instead took to worshipping the pair's muscles; a trait in which they had much in common. If one was a lover of the developed, fit form, their coupling was cause for overwhelming lust.

Soon a horde of bulls had descended on the couple and their nine worshipers, perhaps twelve of the village's prime beef subjects abruptly filling invading cunts, ushering in thrashing orgasms and moans. Some were still into Aryth and 'Tia enough to keep licking, but others turned to their new partners in face-agape pleasure, bucking and riding the bull cocks like pros. It was obvious that whoever had fucked them prior to this adventure, no lover could match up to the incredible power and size of the Myrnotaurs. All of them were discovering portions of their pussies they did not even know existed.

Despite this, Aryth and Talitanitia did not stop fucking. Aryth pumped his hips as if showing his townsmen how it was really done, and the Amazon responded in kind, showering all around her in grouts of misty Gladiatrix-goo, hips bucking to meet every thrust of the bull. He held her aloft, spinning so that none were spared sight or spray.

Saela, it seemed, had drawn a following of her own. After so thoroughly devouring that first woman to an almost-weeping pile of ecstasy upon the ground, others had swarmed the little elf, discovering for themselves just how delicious the flavor of a Syphaerel's body can be, each tongue every part of her. They were not delicate either, some devouring her large breasts as wholly as they could, tugging her nipples in their teeth, slobbering into her spilling cunt, and even deep-tonguing her protruding little bottom. She could only squirm and writhe over them, a used thing, a fuck-cake shared by every diner.