Outrider Miezcha and the Tarus

The morning sun filtered through the jagged cliffs, spreading its golden rays through the fog that still lingered in the shadowy places. It almost seemed like a different world, a world very rarely visited by humans. That was what Miezcha truly loved about the unknown places beyond the maps, that feeling of being truly isolated and left to your own devices. It was what had attracted her to the life as an Outrider in the first place.

Looking at her, one might certainly guess that she lived her life in the wilderness. She was quite tall, and while not muscular she was far sturdier than your common city folk. Her thin eyes and slim features gave her a look that most would describe as sly, if not calculating. Short black hair covered her head -- practical when out in the wilds. Though one could not tell it with all the sturdy clothing and gear she wore, she was a woman of ample curves. But while many might have guessed that she was one of the renowned Outriders that ventured into the outer parts of the known world, few would guess that she was a warlock as well. At least in ability.

She had left that secret society of Daemonic sorcerers years ago, tired of the conventions and expectations placed upon her. While the powers that came with the training were more than a bit useful, she hated dealing with the other warlocks -- somehow, the Daemons were more tolerable than the humans. So she disappeared, and found her way into the ranks of the Outriders. As it turned out, having Daemonic forces on your side could be very useful if you were inventive.

So this is how she found herself out here in the mountains, beyond the edges of cultured maps. While she loved to wander more than anything, there was decent money to be made foraging rare herbs and roots, and these regions held vast riches for the patient. She already had a satchel full of rarities, and though she didn't enjoy the thought she was due to return to civilization. Something had just called her out to one last stroll through the dark crevices. The very air was different here, the sunlight softer and the water fresher. The world was calmer. In such a mood she ventured between and under cliffs, without a care in the world, when suddenly, she spotted tracks. Very large tracks.

Kneeling down, she inspected them closely. Reasonably fresh. At first she was unsure exactly what she was looking at, and wondered if this was some entirely unknown creature. There was something almost hoof-like to the tracks, but much larger and somehow warped. Surely it couldn't be a bull-man? They were so rare in the world these days, mere half-breeds of the wild tarus ancestors that spawned their bloodline. And most of them were kept captive in the dark corners of the world, away from civilized places. But this felt wrong too -- these were too big even for bull-men. But if not that... Could it really be a feral tarus? They were thought all but extinct, but it wasn't unreasonable that there could be more alive out there in hiding. Maybe, just maybe she had one on her hands here. This called for investigation.

She followed the tracks carefully, knowing full well that such a quarry would be a dangerous one. Luckily, such a big creature left big tracks, so following them was easy. As she followed the tracks she saw signs that whatever had made them was indeed very large, and she became more and more convinced that she could truly have stumbled upon one of the ancient beasts. Not that she had a plan for what she would do if she found the thing itself -- it was simply a morbid curiosity, a wish to witness something so unusual. At the end of the tracks she didn't find the tarus however, but what seemed to be its lair. The tracks led her to a cavern entrance, littered with bones and scraps. Peering inside, she could see that the cave opened up, seeming to contain what looked like rough bedding and heaps of...something.

After listening for a moment to make sure nothing was close by she delved inside. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but soon she could make out more of the interior. The walls looked like they had been hacked at, probably to make it more roomy. From the looks of it, it seemed to be almost twelve feet across and somewhere between thirty and forty feet deep. There wasn't much of notice inside, save for the heaps of scattered items in the corners and crevices. She pondered how this creature could have come across them. Had it really found victims all the way out here? Or did It roam so far away that it attacked travelers in more populated areas?

Her musings were interrupted by heavy grunts and the scraping of rocks outside. She spun around, quick as a cat, just in time to see a massive figure wander up to the entrance. A hulking shadow, terrifying to behold. It was even bigger than she had imagined. For a moment there was only a tense silence and she wondered if the beast could even see her. But then the tarus let out a deep, rage-filled bellow that shook the very walls of the cavern. It most certainly knew she was here. She had only seconds now -- should she kill the beast or merely try to escape?

The tarus began approaching with thunderous steps, and she could see it more clearly now. It must have been at least eight feet tall, a mountain of muscle and fur. Its horned head certainly lived up to the description of bull-men, a grim and scarred face that stared at her with animal ferociousness. The body was decidedly more human however, muscular like the depictions of old gods, if more covered in fur. A remnant from an older world that inspired both dread and awe. Only a thick hide around its waist covered the more delicate parts that she could only guess at. Not a creature with a penchant for decorations is seemed. As for the grim-looking club in its hand, a weapon that looked like little more than a bloodspattered log ripped from a tree, much less needed to be said.

She didn't quite know why, but she decided against death this time. With decisive quickness, she grabbed a little vial from a string around her neck and smashed it against the floor. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the cave as her own blood spattered the rocks around her. With her eyes locked on the approaching monster she uttered a dark invocation, calling upon the pact with the Nether to lend her power once more. This would hurt like death tomorrow. But the power granted by the House of War always came at a price. But that was tomorrow's problem.

Within seconds, she felt the surge -- dark, Daemonic forces swelled and crashed inside her, accompanied by frenzied whispers calling for bloodshed. A lesser warlock would succumb to the bloodlust, bringing wanton death and suffering until the spell ended. But she had mastered those lusts long ago, and now it was merely a delicious temptress. In that moment she would gladly have taken on an entire platoon of soldiers -- but for now this poor creature would do.

The tarus must have felt something strange was going on, hesitating for a moment. But the dumb beast didn't know better and charged ahead, lifting its massive club to strike down the wretched intruder. But Miezcha was more than ready to respond. With one dark word and a gesture with her hand, a magical fetter clamped around the tarus hand and slammed it forcefully against the cavern wall. For a brief moment the beast just stared in disbelief, before it started struggling and straining, roaring as it tried to get loose. Miezcha simply smiled and uttered another word, and a second later the tarus other hand was slammed against the cavern wall, locking the creature in place. This just enraged it all the more, bellowing at her, frothing at the mouth as it bucked and kicked. But to no avail.

Miezcha took great delight in taunting the beast, keeping well out of its reach as she pondered what to do next. Another Daemonic word. The beast's right leg was clamped against the wall. Yet one last word to seal the deal and the left leg followed. With great delight she looked at the massive figure before her, splayed against the wall, impotently raging and roaring at her. She'd hate herself for this come the morrow, but for now her magic was flowing strong. He wouldn't be getting loose any time soon.

Now she had a decision to make though -- should she do the wise thing and leave, or should she try to rummage around for valuables? At a glance there seemed to be a fair bit of gathered loot, belongings from victims and random things the creature had decided to keep. Some money to be had, but it was doubtful if any of it was worth lugging back to civilization. She eyed the creature, still struggling and snorting viciously. Then, a twisted idea thought resurfaced from the recesses of her mind. Some time ago she had heard that among the dark markets there was good money to be had for the seed of the rare man-beast hybrids. And for a rare specimen like this... surely it would fetch an even higher prize? A part of her reeled at the thought, but another was very much ready to seize the opportunity for a nice profit. But most powerful of all was a dark, smoldering curiosity that awoke inside her.

She approached the looming tarus slowly, admiring its size. It was several heads taller then her, a mountain of bulging muscles that in any other situation would be cause for terror. But she had him caught. He bucked and grunted as she came closer, his massive arms tensing, trying in vain to get loose. With reckless abandon she reached out, caressing his muscular abdomen.

"Ohh yess..." she mumbled as she felt the rippling muscles, "Aren't you something..."

There was something so tantalizing about how he bucked under her touch, completely at her mercy. Without even thinking about it, her hand started traveling downwards. Slowly, teasingly, as she looked the beast in the eyes. Finally, she reached under the hide. And when her hand reached a thick, hot thing, she gasped for air. So big.

"Oh... oh my..." she mumbled, cheeks blushing from sudden excitement. This was, in every sense of the word, twisted. But she couldn't resist. As she felt the heavy pulse against her hand, she felt an almost feverish lust wash over her. She probably shouldn't. But she had to. She pulled out a small knife from her belt, and with a swift motion, cut the hide from the beast's waist. And as the tarus was exposed in front of her, she felt a fire between her legs being stoked.

She knew he had to be big, but this was more than that. He was... monstrous. Even soft, his mighty cock was thick enough to rival a grown man's arm -- a sheathed pole, blunt and flared at the tip. She could see him throb as hot blood pulsated through the organ that sat atop a dark sack, his swollen balls bigger than oranges. Just looking at the thing made her whimper with forbidden lust.

"You could kill me with this thing..." she mumbled with apprehension and admiration. "I wonder how big you can get..." she continued, as she let her hand caress the mighty shaft, savouring the intense warmth it gave off. The tarus grunted in frustrated confusion, but to Miezcha's delight she could see his cock start to throb and swell.

"Oh yes... that's a good boy," she gasped as she began rubbing the pole more intently, stroking the swollen balls with her other hands. She could only imagine how much valuable seed could be drained from him. Little by little he grew in her hands, emerging from his sheath to reveal an almost horrifying length. Without even being fully hard, he was almost as long as her forearm. A cock more formidable than more clubs. She had to know how big he could get. With her breath getting heavier by the second, she used both hands to stroke him, mesmerized by the feeling of this massive breeding pole swelling at her touch. The tarus deep grunts and snorts drove her on, making her drunk on power as she felt full control of the beast. He still struggled, but her touch was slowly getting to him.

Now he wasn't just swelling, but getting harder too, thick precum dripping from the tip as he rose. She couldn't help herself, letting out moans and gasps as she stroked him, dripping wet already herself. The air was already thick with the scent of pheromones, and she readily abandoned herself to the heat of lust, worshipping him with her hands. Inch by inch he grew, tip flaring, veins bulging. A meaty rod too big even for both her hands as he neared full erection.

"Oh gods you are huge," she whimpered, feeling him throb, hips bucking from arousal. There was something so delicious about it, working that massive shaft, forcing out little spurts of precum as the tarus struggled in vain, no doubt going mad with desire to breed. But she intended to savour this fully. She slowed her stroked, slowly rubbing him up and down from the flared tip down to the churning balls and up again. Her hands slippery with warm seed, covered in the musky scent of his precum. It smelled so potent, so virile. It drove her crazy with lust, made her stroke him more and more vigorously. He bucked and trusted in her hands, his breathing deep and strained. She could feel it, the rising tension, the approaching explosion. His gorgeous, fat pole throbbing wildly as she worked him. But she stopped herself. Removed her hands. Caught her breath.

The beast was furious, thrusting into the air as if fucking some unseen cunt. The mere sight of him thrusting like that, his cock straining and bobbing, rock hard and ready to blow was more erotic than anything she had ever seen before in her life. She couldn't resist, reaching down between her legs, sloppy fingers finding her own wet cunt. Fingers slipping in deep, caressing her swollen clit, pleasuring herself to this immensely powerful male in front of her, mad with animal lust. Rutting in front of her, teasing her with a cock she could never survive. The first orgasm came quickly, a bolt of pleasure that made her toes curl as she writhed on the floor. It was frantic. Undignified. But it was the rawest pleasure she'd had in years, twisted yet unashamed. Another orgasm soon followed and she let out the most whoreish moans she could, putting on a show for this tarus as best she could.

Panting on the cavern floor, she realized she had to calm herself. Her magic was strong, but if she went too far, it could well falter. That would be... unfortunate. So she steadied herself and got to her feet, gazing in awe at the still rock-hard pole. The beast had calmed a bit, but its cock certainly hadn't. She walked up to him, and placed her wet hand to his muzzle.

"How do you like that, boy? Like the scent of wet cunt..?" she said with a wicked smile. The beast drank deep of her scent, snorting and bellowing as the whiff of wet sex drove him into another rutting frenzy. Bucking wildly, he started thrusting hard, so desperate for release that she could see him overflow with precum.

"Aren't you eager..?" she cooed as she watched him fuck the air, cheeks burning with arousal. "But we shouldn't let such precious seed go to waste..."

With that, she stepped away and started undressing. This could very well get messy, so best be prepared. She had no idea if the beast had any appreciation for the human form, but might as well give it a try. One by one she removed her garments, until she stood stark naked before the tarus. With a sultriness that surprised even herself she showed off her body to him, squeezed her plump breasts, smacked her ass and showed him that wet place that smelled so alluring to him. Whether it was the sight or merely the smell she didn't know, but he certainly seemed to enjoy it. Grunting and howling, he trusted wildly in the air, thick ropes of precum dangling from his cock and spattering on the ground. She smiled as she took out some empty flasks from her packing. They would probably not be nearly enough for all of it, but it would have to do.

Being so near the beast now that she was naked brought a new excitement. Some dark part of her wanted to let him lose and let nature take its course. But she knew that'd be death -- one way or another. Instead, she took his big pole firmly in her hands and started filling one flask. The scent was almost overpowering. So musky and fragrant, a scent that made her head swim and her cunt ache. She couldn't help but wonder how it tasted. It wasn't easy with his wild bucking, but the bottle filled quickly. Careful not to spill, she corked it and put it aside. She could easily have filled the rest too, but no. She wanted something... more. She gazed up at the tarus as she walked up to him again, ready to fully surrender to the debauchery.

"Let's see how you like this..." she mumbled with a wicked smile as she grasped his massive cock, placing the flared tip between her breasts. Oh gods, the scent. Instinctively, she stretched out her tongue. Already he was trusting, his thick shaft sliding up and down her body with eagerness. It didn't take long before she was covered in slippery precum, her breasts coated in its warmth. There was something mesmerizing about watching the swollen tip slide up and down between her tits, its strange flare so engorged it almost looked painful. She couldn't resist it. Hesitant at first, she started kissing an licking him, at first balking at the strong flavor. But it was intoxicating, almost addictive.

So she gave in to it, and worshipped him with her mouth. Licked and sucked and kissed wherever she could while she let him grind against her body, thick squirts of precum spattering on her skin. It felt almost like having a loaded crossbow pointed at you -- ready to go off at any second. It turned her on like mad. By now she was lovingly licking up his seed and swallowing it eagerly, milking him with her hands to give her more.

The poor beast was beyond himself, bellowing for a release she wouldn't give him, grinding with all its might against her. She only smiled at him, too in love with the worship to let it it end quickly. But she felt him get more frantic, his trusting wilder and more insistent. If she wasn't careful... Suddenly, a thick spurt of seed splattered across her face and her chest, making her recoil from the shock. For a moment she thought she'd gone too far and spoiled it all, but no, he still roared for release as his rock hard pole overflowed. She decided to let him cool off a bit, wiping her face, licking the wonderful thickness of her fingers and swallowing with satisfaction. It felt so wonderfully filthy spattered all over her breasts, and she couldn't help but play with herself, so turned on by the warm slipperiness of it. But she really shouldn't let so much go to waste.

She brought out another empty flask, lovingly milking him with her hands. There was so much of it. Lovely, creamy seed, potent enough for countless pregnancies, no doubt. Finally, second flask full, she set upon her next prize. Striding up close to the beast, she reached down with both hands to cradle the swollen sack. It twitched at her touch and she could almost feel the massive balls churning to produce more lovely seed -- or perhaps she just imagined it. She began rubbing and stroking him, massaging him gently at first, then more firmly. The beast obviously wanted more, bellowing with frustration, but certainly seemed to enjoy this too. There was something alluring about it, toying and caressing his throbbing balls as he kept spilling seed, She couldn't help but wonder just how much this big brute could be milked of.

Knowing she was playing with fire, she started caressing his big shaft again, marveling at the bulging veins and the intense heat. Before she knew it, she was kissing and rubbing him again, unable to stop her admiration. Something in her wanted him to erupt just as much as he did. But she wanted to drag it out just that little bit longer. Kissing. Licking. Stroking. Her hands and lips running up and down the beastly cock, lost in delirious lust. It was like devotion to a god, leaving not one inch unloved. He rutted the air in desperation, and she savoured every second of that massive pole grinding against her. But finally, she couldn't take it any more either. And she knew just how she wanted it.