In a distant land to the south, there was once a country of men descended from marooned Greeks who had been lost at sea during the Trojan war. Those sailors had barely escaped a raging storm with their lives, their vessel badly damaged and their supply of food and water dwindling. By providence, they spotted land, and were saved.
The earliest records kept during that time called the local people 'fairies.' They were a long-lived tribe, living to nearly 200 years, but they were petite in shape, rarely taller than five feet. The human sailors also noted that these fairies were always born in twins and triplets, never a single child.
The sailors, saved but stranded, settled the country and took the local people for wives. As a result of many generations of intermarriage, the people of this country were unusually long-lived and were prone to twins and triplets, for which they would proudly credit their fairy blood. But as for the fairies themselves, they no longer remained a separate people, and nothing of their old customs were remembered.
There was another kingdom inland, but for them, there was no explanation. The people of this land had the bodies of men but the heads and cocks of bulls. It was believed that the goddess of fertility had grown frustrated with human men and so had created a race of beast-men to more swiftly populate the earth. However, these minotaurish men had their own beliefs and their own gods, and the humans did not know how they accounted for themselves.
The humans were long at war with the minotaurs. Minotaurish warriors would descend upon the outlying farms, where they would steal livestock and women. Border skirmishes plagued the human country for centuries as the borderlands were won and lost at the expense of many lives on both sides.
It was therefore greatly celebrated when by royal proclamation, the princess of the human country announced that a treaty had been reached with the minotaurish king. He had agreed to put a stop to the endless skirmishes and introduce a permanent peace between the neighboring countries.
There would be no more violence; indeed, the two peoples would blend as one, and would be family to one another. At first this puzzled the human citizens, but the princess's proclamation stipulated how this would be accomplished: every year, at the end of the harvest season, a number of unmarried maidens would be selected for the honor of being matched with ambassadors from the minotaurs, in the hope that these maidens would bear minotaurish children.
In only a century or two, the people of both countries would become one people, as had happened to the fairies and the ancient men who were this country's ancestors. As the humans of the country usually bore twins, the cultural exchange would happen very quickly.
And so the unmarried women were collected to a private residence where the ambassadors were hosted. The princess herself was an unmarried maiden, and she arrived with her retinue of lady knights, resembling Andromeda in her white sacrificial garment. The linen was so fine that the gathered party could see the pink color of her nipples through her dress. Her breasts, though very large, stood pert, and her nipples were hard points. Her hair was done in one long, flaxen braid down her back.
There were twenty maidens gathered with her, a mix of farm girls and noble ladies. For the sake of order, the minotaurish king and the princess had decided to match twenty maids with twenty minotaurish men for each night of the harvest month. In total, six hundred maidens would be deflowered each year. This would be repeated as a yearly tradition until no more distinction could be made between who was human and who was minotaurish.
The twenty chosen minotaurs stood at polite attention. It was not their way to wear clothing that covered the groin, though otherwise the men were formally attired in gold and leather vestments. The maidens stared at the bared cocks of the minotaurish men; even flacid, they were impossibly big. However, with their princess standing among them, none of the maidens dared to dishonor herself by begging to be excused. If the princess was willing, then so were they.
The princess clapped her hands to bring the room to order.
"As your princess and the architect of this new way of life, it will be my honor to be the first," she said. She motioned for her lady knights to stand aside. The princess stepped down from her dais and approached the nearest of the minotaurish men. His body was almost entirely covered in thick red hair--the hair only thinned over his stomach and arms. The eyes of a bull blinked down at her as the princess reached her delicate hand forward for his cock.
It was long and thick, with throbbing veins. It sprang up against the princess's hand, the strangely-shaped head pushing into her palm. The minotaur let her stroke him, his cock growing fatter and harder with every touch of her hands. The maidens tittered and gasped as they watched, hearts pounding at the thought of something that large invading their insides.
The minotaur suddenly took the princess's breasts in two large, rough hands. He stroked them in a milking motion, squeezing down toward her nipples. The princess arched her back, her mouth falling open in a gasp. She dropped the minotaur's cock.
