Tamed

The night in the garden was as it often is I learned, filled with the light sighs of lovers, the whispers of close confidants, and the talk of those waiting to be chosen and led away to its many quiet corners. My first night to walk those dark and welcoming places was nerve-wracking. Looking around were graceful figures of all kinds, siding up to those who tickle their fancy. All I could think was, what the hell was I doing here? I was a fighter, a warrior. I had no business being here, but I wanted to be. The thought could not help but find its way inside me, poisoning the excitement of the moment.

So there I was, awkwardly watching the crowds, unsure where to go, or who to approach. In the midst of my collapsing confidence, someone stood out from a far table in a corner. There sat a pair of tall fae in the middle of what seemed to be a lively discussion. Sitting between them quietly was a large beast; a minotaur, hunched over and looking completely out of place. Their expression was one of discontent and a lack of interest in the surrounding lovemakers.

I approached the table, still feeling out of place. The other women of the brothel had dressed me in some silk finery. I felt naked and overdressed at the same time. The sheer material barely concealed anything and flowed like a dressing gown. All three figures at the table looked up. With a slight sigh I mustered up some courage and pointed a finger at the center figure. "Would you like to spar with me?" I said to him in a deadpan and serious tone, lacking any hint of flirtatiousness. His look morphed into one of complete surprise. The others at the table looked curious but confused at the offer being presented to their friend. For a moment, I feared I had done something wrong and awaited the sound of rejection.

Then the Minotaur stood up, leaving his seat and walked over. He towered over a foot taller than myself, looking down expectantly. He was large with thick black fur covering most of his form. His chest and legs were muscular. His legs ended in two massive hooves that pressed into the ground as he walked. He wore a simple dark jerkin and pants that did his impressive frame no favors, save for the massive bulge that pressed into the front, highlighting what I could only surmise was a package others would kill for.

Ignoring the deep blush now spreading across my cheeks, I led them to one of the many hedged-off sections of the garden I had yet to become familiar with. Some of these had beds, others had various tools of pleasure and comfort. This one however, was thankfully empty both of furniture and onlookers. For a moment, we stood there in complete silence, the soft wind blowing between us. Then all at once, we lunged at one another. No words needed to be shared as we clashed, trading blows and strikes between one another. Every so often one of us would let out a primal cry as we moved to counter, punch, kick, then again when a blow landed particularly harshly. This was it, this I could not explain to the others. This was my sex. All the intimacy I had ever known.

A fire burned in me as I moved to jab, only to find myself missing and exposed. The minotaur took the opportunity to deliver a knee into my gut. It took all of my effort not to keel over as I righted my position, delivering a hard right and landing on his shoulder. A slight laugh escaped his stern face, followed by a slight wheeze. Aiming for another punch while he seemed distracted was foolhardy, as he grabbed my fist, then my thigh, sending me skyward over his horned head. For a moment I felt fear that he may gore me on those curved horns. The fear was thankfully a short-lived as he swung my body down to the earth below.

It was over with the final blow landing me on my back. I let myself lay there a moment, feeling the ache in my muscles in the places where he struck me. After a brief respite, I forced myself off the ground with a wince. The minotaur looked at me and smiled, seeming satisfied with our duel. It wasn't until I looked down that I could see the front of his pants was completely destroyed. I was unsure if it happened during the fight, or from the result of what now pointed from his crotch towards my direction. It was beautiful, enormous, and thick like nothing I had seen before. I did not need a word but he gave one, a simple "Please" in a deep tone that sounded not gruff, but pleasantly sweet.

I must have waited too long to respond. Finding myself entranced by the moment of adrenaline, I did not notice he had moved closer to me. Before he did not seem so big but now it was as if he towered over me, a wall of muscle and fierce determination. His sex lightly bobbed between us, the smell of a thick musk making me a bit dizzy. I wanted to be lost in that scent. "I want....I....yes please." I tried to sound confident but it came out as hungry; some pathetic thing not sure what she really wanted, but knowing it was on the end of that cock.

Releasing the small tied rope on the front of my outfit was enough for it to gracefully float to the grass below our feet. He wasted no time closing the gap between us, lunging and pinning me down to the ground. I let out a gasp from the fall but made sure to lock eyes with him so as to show my consent. He huffed and a plume of hot air washed over my face and breasts. Blushing, I realized how wet my slit felt between my legs as he slowly guided himself to my folds pressing in eagerly.

With one hungry thrust I felt as he drove all the way into me. His balls smacked into my ass as his hips met mine. He let out a growl as he pulled out, slowly. Once outside me, he would again thrust all the way in with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt rough hands make their way to my breasts, gently rubbing my nipples and lightly giving them a squeeze. He circled them, shaking against the rhythm of our bodies. His cock found purchase deeper in me. It only took a few more thrusts before I felt myself tipping over that crest of pleasure. An orgasmic wave echoed through my body while I squirted over his member. Grunting in my ear, he let out an excited cry and pressed in harder and deeper.

After what felt like an eternity, he pushed himself all the way in one last time. He let out a roar that shook us as I felt hot cum filling my inner walls. He continued to thrust and breed me, a wetness squelching between us with every movement of his shaft. He rested, flaccid inside me, once he was completely spent. He rested his head on my shoulder. Looking up at the sky, I felt oddly satisfied in a way I had never before.