The Dark Horde Pt 17

The minotaurs were whipped into a chaotic rush by their orc handlers. They charged at Val, flecks of foam flying from their snarling mouths, heads swinging from side to side as they started to run at her. Val couldn't help but think of Bruno as she watched the beasts come closer.

She danced out of the way of the first, brushing his shoulder with her sword. SLEEP, she commanded, and the brute fell to the ground. Val stumbled a bit as the rest of the troop swarmed her. She was not used yet to her larger stature. But she didn't panic; her increased size also made the minotaurs less threatening. She spent a few moments frantically waving her sword, at one point grabbing a minotaur by the horn to hold him back. But after a few seconds all of them were on the ground, asleep.

Val turned to the orcs. They had rushed forward as well, driving the minotaurs to Val.

She didn't bother with the sword with the first one. She drove her foot into his chest, kicking him a dozen feet back where he bounced off the ground and laid still. An orc tossed a short spear, which Val's sword knocked out of the air. She swung her sword in a large arc and three orcs fell dead. Letting her own fury drive her, Val punched another orc, his head caving in under the force of the blow. She turned to the last orc, who turned tail and started to run. Val took two huge steps and was on him, grabbing him by the collar and tossing him against the mountain. The mountain proved tougher than the orc, and he fell to the ground with a wet thud, dead.

Val stood still for a moment, breathing heavy, letting her nerves settle. She was still not comfortable with fighting, though apparently getting pretty good at it. At her feet were a half-dozen minotaurs, all snoring gently. The mountain had become dark, lit only by a rising moon.

Bear, she thought. Where is Bear?

She ran quickly to the top of the crest of the hill, scanning the foothills of the mountain range, the edge of the cliff, the forest rising out of the dark valley...no sign of Bear. The centaur was nowhere to be seen.

Val reached up to her ear. The jewelry she had extracted from Eupraxios was still there, a tiny loop of gold in her large ear.. She hesitated for a second. The gift had been a trap...but it might still work. She closed her eyes and focussed on Bear, holding his imagine her head. She reached out with her mind, her senses, her intuition. She didn't know how the bauble worked, so she tried it all, calling out to Bear.

Suddenly his image appeared in her mind, lying on the ground, his chest supported by a tree. He was close, at the edge of the forest. Val started running.

She found him, guided by the image in her head. He was hidden by the darkness and the underbrush, which had saved him from the orcs. Val tore the bushes out of the way, revealing his limp form. At first he seemed only asleep, his chest rising softly. But the coat on his equine half was matted with a dark liquid Val knew to be blood. His breath was shallow, barely audible, except for a watery gurgle that left Val cold. He was dying.

Val knelt by his side, her face even with his. She took his face with both trembling hands, gently brushing a strand of black hair from his face. His eyelids fluttered, but he did not open his eyes. Tears welled up in Val's eyes. She called out to him softly, her lips brushing against his, her hands lifting his head up. But he did not respond.

Val had a sudden inspiration. She reached around for the sword, that magical arc of antler, and brought it up. Maybe it could do more than kill. HEAL, she thought loudly, and touched Bear with it.

Nothing seemed to happen. REJUVINATE, she thought, touching him again. He might have trembled, but it was hard to see in the dark. She racked her brain for other words, synonyms, anything to convey her wish for him to be brought back to his vital self. BE BETTER! REVITALIZE! HEALTH! LIFE! She mentally shouted as she brought the sword down over and over again on Bear's shoulder.

His hand suddenly shot out to stop her.

"Why are you hitting me?" He asked.

Val took him in her arms, crushing him against her chest with a giant hug. She took his face again in her hands, but this time the better to rain kisses on his cheeks and lips.

Bear happily protested the assault, trying to push Val away a bit so that he could breathe. She finally let him go, only to watch his face drop with shock.

"You,.." he stammered, looking her up and down,"...are huge!"

Val stood up and gave a little twirl, showing off her new size. Bear stumbled up onto his four legs. He barely reached her shoulder now.

In a rush, Val told him the whole story, about Eupraxios and the Maggot, of the birth of the Headless Hunter, of her fight with the orcs and minotaurs, and finally finding him. By the time she was done, Bear was pacing back and forth, excited, his tail flicking up and down in his excitement.

"We won! We did it!" He shouted.

"We still need to deal with lizard men," Val reminded him.

"They will crumble before us!" He shouted.

Val was getting a little concerned about his behavior. This was not the gentle giant she had come to love so dearly. Maybe she had hit him with the sword a few too many times. The growing erections, both human and horse, were a testament to how revitalized he really felt.

Val took him by the shoulders.

"You need to run back to Gracius and get him and Bruno to meet me at the lizard's tower," she said.

Bear dropped his eyes to her now enormous breasts and grinned.

"I like this new you," he said as he took two big handfuls of breasts.

Val blinked, surprised at the sudden shift. She was going to stop him, but his fingers found her thumb-sized nipples and her mood changed. After all she had experienced, a good fuck with a centaur she loved seemed like just what the doctor ordered.

With his height advantage gone, she was able to look at him in a new way. Less awe, less of that slightly nervous anticipation when she saw his swollen cocks. He was smaller now, cuter, and she saw in him the toughened but still young man he had always been.

Bear was playing with her tits, burying his face between them, tugging at her nipples. His human cock was bumping against Val's thigh, the tip of it brushing against the lips of her pussy. There was no foreplay involved here. Val didn't mind. All the nervous tension she had held and felt in the last hour came rushing back like a punch in the clit, demanding to be released by a good hard fuck.

She pulled Bear's head back and planted a kiss on his lips, his face now small and delicate compared to her giant stature. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and threw a leg over his haunches, wriggling her hips until the tip of his cock slipped between the wet lips of her sex to find the entrance of her vagina.

Bear staggered a bit under her weight, but found his ground and started to pump in and out of her pussy. Val growled. The fucking what was she needed, but his cock felt frustratingly small now. Where was that cunt-splitting cock she yearned for? Bear, meanwhile, was just holding on for dear life, enveloped in female flesh from head to cock, his thighs wet with Val's juices as her over-sized pussy was being ground against him. His cock felt only soft heat and velvet wetness, lost in the now vast pink folds of her wet cunt.

Val pulled back and dropped to her hands and knees, ass aimed at Bear. Even in the darkness Bear could see the flower of her pussy open, wet and inviting, framed in pale flesh and black curls. Bear practically neighed, his horse cock already dripping with pre-cum, trembling with an abundance of energy.

Val looked over her shoulder and said: "fuck me with that horse cock!"

Bear trotted forward, his horse cock sliding across Val's belly. She reached between her legs, guiding it towards the center of her heat. Her pussy pulsed, puckered, blossomed open as the tip of his huge cock pressed against it. Bear shifted and his cock was in, a foot of horse cock sliding into Val's giant pussy.

Val grunted at the sudden pressure and pleasure in her gut. That was it, that was the fucking she needed. She started pushing back, wanting more. Bear got the hint and started a pounding rhythm, his cock a purple piston into her pink folds. Val started to make little noises, little grunts, oohs and aah, with each thrust. Whatever stress she had, it was being exorcised out of her with every moan and every thrust. She could feel her pussy getting slicker and wetter, her fluids mixing with his pre-cum.

Val was on her hands and knees under the centaur's horse body, but she was tall enough that her head went past his front legs. She was practically lifting him off the ground. His human cock was buried in her hair, as were his hands. He had closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of fucking that magnificent cunt with no restraint, no worries of hurting Val. She wanted a good fuck and he was giving it to her.

But neither could last long. Bear shuddered and suddenly his large equine balls tightened and shot a stream of cum into Val's pussy. Flooded with that wet heat, Val crossed her own threshold and was shaken by her own orgasm. It was a relief more than pleasure, like a dog shaking off water from its coat. The trauma from before was given to the Hungry Woman, the pleasure was her offering. She could keep it.

Bear pulled out with a loud slurping noise. Everything was bigger now, Val thought, almost blushing. She collapsed on the ground, panting, rolling over to her back, enjoying the feeling of his cum flowing out of her gaping pussy. He carefully stepped over her, cantering her to a tree so that he could lean against it.

Val was the first to recover. She stood up and walked over to Bear. She gave his horse hump a slap.

"You have to go now. Find the others. Give them the news. We'll meet at the tower."

"What about you?" Asked Bear.

"I still have something to do," she replied, taking his head in her hand and kissing him lightly. "And be careful this time."

Bear looked around at the dark forest. He hefted his war bow, gave Val a smile and a wink before trotting off.

Val turned and headed back to the cave.

The orc corpses were dark lumps under the moonlight. The sleeping minotaurs were larger humps, small snoring hills sprawled in a rough circle. Val strode to the center of them. She had a vague idea of what to do, a faint plan forming in the back of her head.

She knelt by the closest minotaur, finding the spiked collar that dug into the muscular neck. Using her new giant's strength, she broke it off, tossing it aside.

She touched the minotaur with her sword. HEAL, she thought. She watched as the raw flesh that had been under the collar started to heal, turn healthy pink until all traces of the collar were gone.

Val took a step back and touched him again with her sword. WAKE, she thought. The minotaur snorted and shook himself. Val gripped her sword tighter. This would be the moment of truth. The big lumbering monster shook himself and rose to his feet, his large bovine head swinging from side to side, sniffing the night air, his shoulders hunched and ready for the whip.

His large brown eyes finally settled on Val. She stood there framed by the moonlight, waiting for him to take her in. She was his height, something he had never encountered before; a human woman, twelve feet tall, naked, unafraid, standing before him. He hesitated.

Val reached between her thighs and traced her fingers across the wet lips of her freshly fucked sex. She held her fingers up, glistening with her juices, letting the night air carry her scent to his snorting nostrils.

The minotaur sniffed the air. He grunted, huffed, confused. Where were the orcs and their stinging whips? Who was this woman, offering her intoxicating scent to him? His growing erection showed which part of him was winning the internal debate.

Val approached him, bringing her fingers to his nostrils, stroking the side of his face. It was so different now, looking eye to eye with this minotaur. He was still massively muscled, large bullhead crowned by the sweeping horns, but he seemed more human sized, or rather, Val was now minotaur sized. His cock was thick and hard now, bumping against Val's belly, proportionally larger still than a human one.

Val started to gently stroke it, keeping her eyes set in his. She made soft cooing noises as she stroked his cock, using both hands now, rubbing glans and shaft. He mooed softly, grunted, confused and aroused. Val reached down and cupped this balls, feeling the weight of them, stroking them. Very soon she felt them tighten. He was very close.

Val dropped to her knees and took the thick knob of his cock in her mouth. The minotaur shuddered at the new feeling. She let the cock fill her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she stroked his balls, drawing his cum out of them. The minotaur grunted and stomped his feet. Suddenly Val's mouth was filled with thick warm cum, which she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, until more came and it she could swallow no longer and let it flow out of her mouth and down her chin in a thick creamy mess.

The cum hitting her stomach was like a ball of fire hitting her system, like a tequila shot, warming her. She was still filled with the god's energy, but the minotaur was almost a small god, and his sperm still incredibly potent. Val licked her lips, wiping her chin of the gooey mess. Thick drops had fallen onto her breasts, but she ignored them.

The minotaur stumbled back, not used to having any kind of pleasure at all. He fell heavily onto his haunches, head and arms hanging between his knees. Val walked over to him and gently stoked his furry ear. He lifted up his head enough to look at her with one rheumy and brown eye. Val scratched his head, bringing his chin up.

"What's up big guy, why the long face?" She said softly.

The minotaur's large head rose up, his horns swinging dangerously as he shook himself more awake. He reached out to touch her thigh with the back of his hand, letting it rest there as he cast his eyes down.

What did these fucking orcs do to these poor minotaurs to make them so afraid? Val thought to herself. This enormously powerful being was a bundle of trauma. Only anger and violence had been allowed to be expressed, never kindness, let alone joy. Or pleasure.

Later, Val thought, that's a problem for later.

"Stay right here, ok? I'm going to wake up your brothers." She told him, using hand gestures to make herself understood. The big brown brute stared at her with bovine incomprehension, but he stayed seated.

Val walked back to the clump of unconscious minotaurs. She smiled, slightly nervous. This could be fun, or go really wrong, she thought to herself. Val started yanking the collars off of the other minotaurs. She touched each of them with her sword, thinking HEAL each time.

When she had healed all of the minotaurs, she started walking the circle again. She reached out with her sword, lightly touching each minotaur, thinking WAKE.

One by one, they shook themselves awake, slowly rising to their feet, groggy, confused. Val was there, standing amongst them, bringing her fingers up to their muzzles, leaving a trace of her wetness under their noses. She made soft sounds, trying to keep them calm, her hands on their chests and shoulders, gently caressing.

The minotaurs formed a rough circle around her, their nostrils flaring, watching this tall naked and beautiful woman as she gently touched each of them. Val's fingers became more precise, tracing the base of their enormous cocks, teasing a heavy ball sack or trailing along a thick length. Soon all the minotaurs were fully erect, confused and a tad anxious, but fixed on the entrancing woman in front of them. They were nervous virgins, twelve feet tall, massively muscled, the sons of a god. Putty in Val's hands.

Val tugged on their erections, bringing them closer until they formed a tight circle around her.

Val kneeled. She was now surrounded by cocks, a forest of brown dicks rising up front massive thighs, heavy sacs hanging below. She took one in her hand and popped the round head into her mouth. She quickly moved from cock to cock, lathering them in spit and pre-cum, her hand shifting from shaft to shaft.

Val's pussy was throbbing, wet, making its hunger known. She took the fat cock in front of her face and slid it down her throat, tonguing the soft knob of it as it slid past her teeth. Pre-cum was flowing, making her tongue tingle with the power it contained. She worked harder, sucking and stroking, before quickly shifting to another cock. Her left hand was jerking another cock as she focused on the one in front of her, working mouth and hand on the hard shaft.

The minotaurs were shaking their heads and softly mooing, either in pleasure or frustration as Val went from cock to cock, taking each for a few seconds before moving on to the next.

She had their full attention now, their erections surrounding her, precum leaking from all of the shiny glans, massive muscular bodies towering over her. Val smiled. She took hold of a hard cock and pulled gently on it, guiding its owner down as she laid back upon the ground, opening her legs to receive the minotaur between her thighs. He fell to his knees, the ground trembling under his weight. She guided the cock towards her wet and open pussy, its girth still wider than the circle of her fingers. There was only a slight hesitation on her part as the head of the cock pushed into the entrance of her pussy. It was huge, even by the standards of a twelve foot tall sex goddess. But the Hungry Woman cackled in the back of her brain and her pussy was flooded with her juices. The minotaur grunted and pushed, suddenly nailing her to the ground his with cock.

Val cried out, head rolling back. The minotaur held himself up on his arms, his huge head floating over Val's. His hips started a driving rhythm, jackhammering himself into her womb. Val had to reach down and place her hands on his hips to slow him down. Her pussy was on fire, straddling the edge of pleasure and pain. The minotaur mooed, grunted, and filled her with his cum. Val shook with a small orgasm as her cervix was flooded with his seed, her pussy overflowing with it. A wave of warm energy moved from womb to head to toes as the god-like sperm was absorbed by Val's body.

She pushed the minotaur off of her, wincing as his cock, still hard, popped out of her stretched pussy. Maybe this was a mistake, Val started think. But the other minotaurs were standing around her, moving in, pushing each other to be next, snorting with a rising excitement that Val knew could turn dangerous very quickly.

Better make this quick. At least they don't last long, she thought. She flipped over onto her hands and knees, offering her pussy to the next in line. She looked over her shoulder, catching the eye of the nearest one. He knelt behind her and started poking at her thighs with his cock. Val reached between her legs to guide it into her sperm-slick cunt. He pushed with his hips and was balls-deep in one stroke. Val screamed out. She took deep breaths to calm herself as the minotaur started pounding away, shaking her with every thrust. This was beyond pleasure or pain, it was an invasion of her body, a negating of her self, a reduction to a cock and pussy, her awareness centered on the sleeve of her cunt stretched to its maximum width. Her body shook, her breasts swinging beneath her, her head hanging down, a guttural sound drawn from her lungs with every stroke. The minotaur splashed his cum inside of her, sending another wave of heat and energy across her body. He pulled out, leaving her suddenly empty.

But another minotaur stepped up and took his brother's place. He had learned by watching, and he aimed his cock at the gaping hole of her pussy. He pushed and slid all the way in, his hips bumping against her ass. Val grunted, but there was less pain now. Either her pussy had been stretched further open, or this one had a smaller dick. Either way, Val was able to deal with it better, to enjoy it more as the edge of pain was removed. She lifted her head and looked around, finding herself still surrounded by a circle of hard-cocked minotaurs.