Drakkwall
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In the artic north there is a specie of beastmen known far and wide as the Minotaurs, they are humongous giants of furred muscles with a human body but with a tail, hooves and bull heads. They are primal beings who live as nomads in the wildlands or build villages in the mountains, or live in the caves, there's a few loners who travel independently as mercenaries, adventurers and such. Minotaurs are often considered to be evil beings because of the numbers of Minotaurs willing to hire themselves to dark forces and evil mortals.
One of these minotaurs is a young calf named Thormas Stormhoove, he's a rather small minotaur even for only being recent of age. He has a human sized body with athletic muscles which would look puny to a regular minotaur, thus he is often called Thormas Runthoove. He is the oldest son of a Minotaur chieftain with six other siblings, two sisters ans four brothers, all twice as big as him, even though he's the oldest. But one day Thormas was walking through a forest near his tribe's camp when he stumbled upon a fortune teller's tent, inside sat a ebony skinned human beauty with breasts that would make even a minotaur woman jealous, sitting by a crystal ball.
"Well hello there little minotaur, it is not often one of your kind dares to leave the security of your tribe. What brings you to my little tent?" She asked with a honey sweet voice and Thormas felt his body shudder as she smiled at him, while he was size wise a runt of a minotaur was his phallus built to a big size of two feet, a regular size for minotaurs but on his body it looked like a small third leg, though he had it covered by a loincloth. And this woman was making it hard for him to hide his growing arousal.
"Well I was... err... wondering... how I can become a real minotaur... not just a runt... a strong minotaur... a leader... someone... someone who doesn't get humiliated day and night... someone who doesn't feel shame or disgrace for being who he is... someone... someone... someone who won't be treated... treated... l-like a c-child..." The last thing he sobbed out softly, while he never would admit it was his heart always aching from the humiliation he received, he was treated like a child, even though he was oldest did his own siblings treat him like he was younger... it hurt so much... the shame... the humiliation... the... the feeling of being a disgrace of his kind. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing as he shut his eyes and clutched his head as tears ran down his cheeks.
Soft smooth arms warp around him and his head was hugged into a large firm bosom and he cried out as he let out the years of pent up emotions, smooth fingers stroking his thick mane while murmuring into his ear. "Shhh... its okay... let it all out dear... let it all out..." After ten minutes he regained his breathe and pulled away, cleaning the tears from his fur. "Ah-ah sorry... I don't know what came over me... I just... felt a pressure and... it flew out of me..."
Smiling softly upon the small minotaur the fortune teller kissed his cheek and he blushed softly as she guided him to the cloth covered table with a crystal ball resting on a pillow. "No need to worry dear, you just needed to let out your emotions, it's not good ot keep them locked in like that. Now let's see your fortune." He sat down by the small table while she sat down on the opposite and gently took his hands in hers and the crystal ball began to shimmer, the fortune teller arched her back and let out a gasp as he closed her eyes, her large bosom jiggling against the fabric of her gypsy dress' top. "Aaahh... I see something... a country in dire danger... their king has been slain... monsters and men alike are raiding and pillaging their homes and fields... a princess fleeing for her life... a collection of three magical artefacts blessed by a goddess hidden among the ruined land... beautiful women who will try their best to put the country back on its feet by their own hands... look for the priestess of the god of wine for she shall be the guide through the lands... free the goddess of the sun from her prison within the moon so that she can make a stand... and return the land to balance."
The fortune teller then opened her eyes and smiled at the minotaur, her hands still griping his. "You have a bright future ahead of yourself young Minotaur, go south for six days and you will come upon the borders of the sea, look for a priestess wearing the black and red symbol of Tau the God of Wine and accept her request for aiding her in a holy quest and she shall take you to the land of Aurora where you shall find your name grow to a legend." She then pressed his furry hands against her large breasts and let out a delicate gasp and out of the blue kissed him, making him rub her large bosom, as she traced her nails across his strong fingers. "Mmmm now for your payment for this little fortune telling, fuck me all night, make me your cow until the moon ends and the sun rises, ravage me however you wish."
He kissed her back, being a virgin he had no lcue what to do so he just did as his instincts told him to, he slipped his hands beneath her dress, fondling her bare breasts, pinching and rubbing the large teat like nipples while his muzzle kissed her back, his six inch long tongue pressing down her throat before he pulled her onto the table before pressing her on her back, his body pressing down on top of hers, his bulging loincloth pressing against the fabric of the skirt of her gypsy dress.
OOC: A sun goddess who is trapped in the moon by the evil god of the moon, her own brother, seeks for a champion to free her and the country she is meant to watch over. With the country in disarray for over four hundred years have the royal throne now been left absent with the death of the king and the fleeing princess. Thus she is taken aback when during a full moon, the only time she can visit the mortal realm, she meets a minotaur who proves to have a great destiny ahead, entwined with her country's and her own freedom.
Thus after blessing him with one night with her, which she has desired since being without a proper lover's touch for four hundred years makes you frustrated, she sends him on a quest to safe her land, through which he meets several women who will aid him, both mortals and monsters alike, be them good or evil, they will be drawn to him one way or another and under his leadership, free the country and the goddess, who carries his child, as will the other women as well.
Thormas Stormhoove & the Sun Goddess: http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1074329&stc=1&d=1305403273
One of these minotaurs is a young calf named Thormas Stormhoove, he's a rather small minotaur even for only being recent of age. He has a human sized body with athletic muscles which would look puny to a regular minotaur, thus he is often called Thormas Runthoove. He is the oldest son of a Minotaur chieftain with six other siblings, two sisters ans four brothers, all twice as big as him, even though he's the oldest. But one day Thormas was walking through a forest near his tribe's camp when he stumbled upon a fortune teller's tent, inside sat a ebony skinned human beauty with breasts that would make even a minotaur woman jealous, sitting by a crystal ball.
"Well hello there little minotaur, it is not often one of your kind dares to leave the security of your tribe. What brings you to my little tent?" She asked with a honey sweet voice and Thormas felt his body shudder as she smiled at him, while he was size wise a runt of a minotaur was his phallus built to a big size of two feet, a regular size for minotaurs but on his body it looked like a small third leg, though he had it covered by a loincloth. And this woman was making it hard for him to hide his growing arousal.
"Well I was... err... wondering... how I can become a real minotaur... not just a runt... a strong minotaur... a leader... someone... someone who doesn't get humiliated day and night... someone who doesn't feel shame or disgrace for being who he is... someone... someone... someone who won't be treated... treated... l-like a c-child..." The last thing he sobbed out softly, while he never would admit it was his heart always aching from the humiliation he received, he was treated like a child, even though he was oldest did his own siblings treat him like he was younger... it hurt so much... the shame... the humiliation... the... the feeling of being a disgrace of his kind. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing as he shut his eyes and clutched his head as tears ran down his cheeks.
Soft smooth arms warp around him and his head was hugged into a large firm bosom and he cried out as he let out the years of pent up emotions, smooth fingers stroking his thick mane while murmuring into his ear. "Shhh... its okay... let it all out dear... let it all out..." After ten minutes he regained his breathe and pulled away, cleaning the tears from his fur. "Ah-ah sorry... I don't know what came over me... I just... felt a pressure and... it flew out of me..."
Smiling softly upon the small minotaur the fortune teller kissed his cheek and he blushed softly as she guided him to the cloth covered table with a crystal ball resting on a pillow. "No need to worry dear, you just needed to let out your emotions, it's not good ot keep them locked in like that. Now let's see your fortune." He sat down by the small table while she sat down on the opposite and gently took his hands in hers and the crystal ball began to shimmer, the fortune teller arched her back and let out a gasp as he closed her eyes, her large bosom jiggling against the fabric of her gypsy dress' top. "Aaahh... I see something... a country in dire danger... their king has been slain... monsters and men alike are raiding and pillaging their homes and fields... a princess fleeing for her life... a collection of three magical artefacts blessed by a goddess hidden among the ruined land... beautiful women who will try their best to put the country back on its feet by their own hands... look for the priestess of the god of wine for she shall be the guide through the lands... free the goddess of the sun from her prison within the moon so that she can make a stand... and return the land to balance."
The fortune teller then opened her eyes and smiled at the minotaur, her hands still griping his. "You have a bright future ahead of yourself young Minotaur, go south for six days and you will come upon the borders of the sea, look for a priestess wearing the black and red symbol of Tau the God of Wine and accept her request for aiding her in a holy quest and she shall take you to the land of Aurora where you shall find your name grow to a legend." She then pressed his furry hands against her large breasts and let out a delicate gasp and out of the blue kissed him, making him rub her large bosom, as she traced her nails across his strong fingers. "Mmmm now for your payment for this little fortune telling, fuck me all night, make me your cow until the moon ends and the sun rises, ravage me however you wish."
He kissed her back, being a virgin he had no lcue what to do so he just did as his instincts told him to, he slipped his hands beneath her dress, fondling her bare breasts, pinching and rubbing the large teat like nipples while his muzzle kissed her back, his six inch long tongue pressing down her throat before he pulled her onto the table before pressing her on her back, his body pressing down on top of hers, his bulging loincloth pressing against the fabric of the skirt of her gypsy dress.
OOC: A sun goddess who is trapped in the moon by the evil god of the moon, her own brother, seeks for a champion to free her and the country she is meant to watch over. With the country in disarray for over four hundred years have the royal throne now been left absent with the death of the king and the fleeing princess. Thus she is taken aback when during a full moon, the only time she can visit the mortal realm, she meets a minotaur who proves to have a great destiny ahead, entwined with her country's and her own freedom.
Thus after blessing him with one night with her, which she has desired since being without a proper lover's touch for four hundred years makes you frustrated, she sends him on a quest to safe her land, through which he meets several women who will aid him, both mortals and monsters alike, be them good or evil, they will be drawn to him one way or another and under his leadership, free the country and the goddess, who carries his child, as will the other women as well.
Thormas Stormhoove & the Sun Goddess: http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1074329&stc=1&d=1305403273
