The Elf and the Minotaur (closed)

[saedo]

closed for Hollyhockgoddess

"Lord Idris?"

With some reluctance, I turned from view of the valley below. My keep overlooked much of the valley and the nearby city of Korman. I often liked to enjoy the mid-afternoon sun while looking out over that which was mine. But if my head of household wanted a word, it would be for a good reason.

"Yes, Jade?" I replied. The speaker was tall for a human female, but her head only just barely reached above my shoulder. As a minotaur amongst the smaller races, I'd grown used to towering over everyone. Although she'd only been hired as a maid, Jade had proven herself worthy over the years. She not only ran much of the household staff, but she'd become a trusted advisor. I often relied upon her to navigate the strange politics of these lesser races.

"Lord Idris, based on the reports from the girls, your semen output is markedly up. I also suspect based on your current stance that your scrotum is already quite full despite Karen's efforts this morning. My lord, are you entering a rut?"

There'd been a time when I might have been incensed at having a human address me this way. How times change. Of course, it helped that she was absolutely right. I prized Jade's keen perception, so I could hardly fault her for turning it on me. "Yes, I think so," I conceded. "What of it?"

A bit of hesitation crossed her lightly tanned features. "My lord, had you not best inform Lady Sidonie?"

Now I was irritated. "Why in the nine hells would I want to do that?"

More hesitation. Then she took a deep breath, causing her cleavage to swell impressively above her bodice. "My lord, you know quite well that the current peace accord was in no small part secured based on your marriage to Lady Sidonie. You also know the emphasis the elves place on family. However, in the nearly two months as husband and wife, I have not seen the two of you be in the same room together outside of an official function. It is also not entirely secret in this household that your marriage has yet to be consummated and that you continue to seek sexual release with your female servants rather than your own wife. My lord, are you not concerned that such behavior could the peace accord in jeopardy.

I growled and glared down at her. To her credit, she bore it well. On the battlefield, I'd sometimes sent entire squadrons of infantry scurrying with little more effort. (Admittedly, the huge battleaxe I favored did add something to the fear factor.) Jade's almond-shaped eyes went slightly wide and she took a step back, but otherwise she held her place.

I relaxed my features. "Apologies, Jade. I am displeased with the situation, not you for pointing it out." I sighed. "Stupid elves and their stupid marriage idea."

The humans had begun the war with their continual desire for expansion, but eventually they'd roped in allies amongst the dwarves, elves, and gnomes. Meanwhile the orcs had brought in the goblins, hobgoblins, bugbears, and -- eventually -- the minotaurs. The humans early victories were followed by a year of losses and then two more years of stalemates until everyone just wanted it to be over. A peace accord had followed.

However, the humans and elves each had ancient traditions about securing alliances and treaties with more than mere words. Someone got the bright idea that a symbolic marriage between the opponents would signify the peace was real and lasting. As a leading warrior for my side -- and for being deemed more attractive than the goblinoids I commanded -- I was selected to be the groom.

Logically, it should have been a human bride; not only did they start the war, but human females would be a better match in size for a minotaur. Unfortunately, the elves decided they needed to supply the bride and then proceeded to send Sidonie, one of the smallest elves I'd ever seen. While undeniably gorgeous, she was eye-level with my abdomen. I could easily encircle her narrow waist with both hands. The idea of us sharing a bed together was laughable. So we never had.

Or much of anything else, for that matter. As a local lord of this mostly human province -- another part of the accord -- I had to appear at various social events. Sidonie had certainly proved herself capable in that regard. But back on the estate, we saw almost nothing of each other.

I sighed. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps Lady Sidonie and I should discuss the situation. I suppose you could arrange a meeting."

Jade smiled with a hint of mischief. "I thought you might say that, my lord, so I already did so. She should be arriving any minute now."

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

That woman my husband employed on his staff was too clever by far. She had figured out that if they couldn't find me, they could ask a hawk to send me a note. I had been far too friendly with Forestfolk large and small to be undetectable.

Something I had to give up when I came here.

Still, it wasn't so bad. The Tower had stopped its passive-aggressive campaign against my 'primitive herbalism' and 'spiritual mumbo-jumbo' since I was no longer in the sphere of influence they wanted to control. I was free to do what I wanted without a bevy of attendants and guards on hand to guard my prized 'virtue'.

I could go wherever I wished in my husband's demesne, and everyone gave me an even wider berth than when I was back at the Palace. I could ride to my heart's content, and I could whack Domina, my staff, at goblins all day.

I had enough space to do my work, to train, and unfettered access to a Forest area I was sure was connected to The Wood of Old, if I knew who to find the Door. It was as if I was plucked from my comfort zone and the Goddess pointed me in the direction of all I ever wished for.

Husband included.

I had been trying to push thoughts of my husband away for a while, especially after the last ball we threw for that porcine Imperial Ambassador. What would the Tower Mages think when the White Witch was actually harboring such illicit thoughts about a minotaur?

Even if said minotaur was the Hero of the Wastes and Goblin Overmaster. And could apparently fit a dress uniform like no other creature's business in the whole of the Planes. That he was apparently 100 feet tall in formal wear and a thousand feet tall in armor certainly helped me understand why there were feminine sighs from one end of our Castle to the next.

Not that my own husband would know about that. He seemed quite..prolific in his taste in women. Except for elf women. He probably didn't want those--and I suppose that made me the perfect wife for him. I was tiny compared to him, and had to look up every time I had to regard his face. The only creatures I was taller than were goblins and creatures on four legs. There were human children here that were taller than me!

But being married gained me access to a host of spells and magic denied other women. And since we have not consummated (or slept together), the spells I would have lost were still accessible. Why more witches didn't find unconsummated marriages to be in was still a mystery to me.

Still, the note was worrying. Was another war brewing?

I finished ripping the entrails out of the twelfth crow I had caught for my ritual purpose and buried it quickly, a bit annoyed that I had to finish this hastily thanks to Jade's note. If I had been in a sourer mood, that hawk bearing the message would have been the thirteenth.

I was filthy, bloody up to my elbows, and dressed for witch's work in the gloaming. The end of my silver braid was dark brown, and I looked like I had just stepped off the battlefield my husband had won in the war. But there was no court to please here, and no human batted an eye whenever I returned from my sojourns smelling of the grave.

Humans always had so many more dead than any other species I knew.

My handmaidens would spend hours getting things out of my fingernails and braid, and swiping their ineffective ointments. If what the note said was true, my place in the world, and the peace that was hard won was in danger.

I suppose I could forgo the primping. It's not like he noticed whether I was cleaned up and wearing a fortune in jewels, so what would dirt and blood mean? He certainly didn't marry me for how I looked. That was a joke folded into a trick.

I drew my staff from my dimensional store and let it drop to float at my side horizontally and sat on it sideways. Might as well find out what the problem was, quickly, and get back to preparing for my ritual.

I only realized that I had left my cloak and tunic on the Forest floor and I was only in my breast bindings, britches, and boots when I rounded the bend in the hall, still riding my staff sideways, into my Lord Idris' office. The bindings were barely holding on, and was something I needed to check on later--as to why after 150 years, my high, pert breasts seemed to have grown noticeably since I was married. None of my clothes from the Palace fit across the chest and hips. Curious. Was I eating too much?

The goblins had scrambled away from my approach, and perhaps this time, since I did not bother to walk, the humans stared and gawked.

As if they didn't have their own witches among them.

I winced. Perhaps it would have been prudent to at least empty a bucket over my head before racing here, but it was too late to back out now. I slid into the room, which was wide open and alighted soundlessly in front of my Lord's desk, storing Domina away with a flick of my wrist into the dimensional store.

Jade was beaming at me like a madwoman. I turned to my husband, hand on the rise of my hip.

"I came as soon as I could. What has happened?"

 

[saedo]

As Jade predicted, my wife slid into the room on the stick she favored for personal transport. Sidonie trafficked in various magical arts including some considered "undignified" by her own people. She was rather an iconoclast amongst the elves, which perhaps explained why she was now my bride.

She cut a striking figure as she hopped to her feet before me. While many of the elves had her fair skin, her hair departed from the tawny brunettes and blondes, verging into a pale silver. I heard her mother refer to her once as "moon-kissed", though I suspect it may have had greater significance. Elves and their secrets.

(I was perhaps unfairly dismissive of the "fair folk" and their magic as they liked to style themselves. Certainly I disputed the notion that minotaurs were either a "dark" or "foul" folk. Most of the arcane wizardry practiced by our opponents in the War had been ineffective against my kind. Had they consolidated their early victories against the goblinfolk, they might have prevailed. Their invasion into the minotaur territory had ultimately turned the tide against them when my kind proved far harder to destroy with balls of fire and bolts of lightning.)

Ordinarily I would have been compelled to note my wife's beauty. Elves almost by definition were attractive, but Sidonie was a figurative head above the rest, even if her petite frame put her a literal head below them in actual stature. I suspected Sidonie must be have traded them for her bosom; she had more than her mother and sisters combined -- another departure from the norm for an elf.

But the Sidonie who stood before me at this moment looked nothing like the elven princess the world knew. The petite female in front of me appeared to have been digging trenches for hours. Dried streaks of brown covered her clothing and skin as high as her elbows, including a broad smear across her forehead.

I sniffed the air and frowned. That wasn't just mud caking her long fingernails. I sighed and glanced towards Jade. "Perhaps before you decide to arrange one of these 'impromptu' meetings with Lady Sidonie, you should build in sufficient time for a bath. Apparently my wife has been digging through the compost heap with her bare hands, to judge by the sight and smell of her. "

Jade flashed an uncomfortable smile. " Yes, my lord. I was told my lady was to be exploring the forest this morning. Apparently things got a bit messier than her maids expected . . . . "

I smirked. Sidonie had proven confounding to many. In some respects, it had proven a point of agreement amongst both the humans and goblinfolk on my staff.

"Regardless, my lord, she is here . . .," Jade continued, clearly nudging the conversation back towards its original purpose. Clever girl. She had enough sense not to let me delay having a discussion I was more keen on postponing.

"Yes," I harumphed. "Give us the room."

When Jade had departed, I looked down into the curious gaze of my wife. She'd always been able to do that. Not even Jade could make that claim. Elf, human, dwarf, and goblinfolk usually had the initial instinct to cower slightly -- or not so slightly -- upon first meeting me. The sheer size disparity alone made it merely prudent instinct and my reputation from the War certainly colored things further.

Not Sidonie. From our first meeting shortly before our betrothal, she'd never looked at me as someone to fear. Nor was this simple foolhardiness; I'd seen her tense up before individuals who assuredly were dangerous. I liked to think that she saw me truly as I was. Or at least, hoped to be.

"Lady Sidonie," I began, already regretting the formality. "While our matrimony was arranged largely by interests greater than ourselves, I think it has been mostly a success. We seem to have reached an acceptable coexistence that does not unduly hinder our private pursuits and that fulfills public expectations.

"However, I am given to understand that our lack of . . . physical intimacy . . . is not so private as I would like. Moreover, we're soon to enter a period where that quiet fact will become increasingly self-evident. And given the importance that your people -- among others -- invest in the symbolism of our union, I now recognize that our lack of such intimacy could undermine faith in the accord which secures the current peace.

"I'm can feel the smirk in your gaze, wife," I conceded tartly. "Yes, this decision was almost wholly mine. I have been the one to refuse to share your bed, though I continue to feel I did so with justification. A virgin bride of your diminutive stature is wholly unprepared for this."

I could see her eyes dip momentarily to my lower half. Sidonie had only ever seen me clothed and then mostly in kilts. (I found them comfortable and the human tailors found then easier than making pants for a minotaur.) I'd forbidden those human servants whose mouths sometimes serviced me from speaking about it, but I knew better than to think that would stop all such rumors from reaching my wife's ears. She had to be curious.

"But I recognize that I was wrong. Or at least overly optimistic in thinking we could outlast the external interest in our private matters. So I concede that things cannot go on as they have."

I took a deep breath. "Sidonie, we must consumate our union.

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

What was he not telling me? No battle-hardened, enormous husband of mine would speak like this. I should know, he was never a hit at parties. And if the whispers of the ladies and female servants were any indication, he was, veritably, a hit in the bedroom. But that was for human-sized women.

While I never cursed my diminutive height, I bemoaned the assumptions people made because of it all too often. If I could not reach something, I levitated. If it was too heavy or large, a spell could easily do the work. But it seems one area of life could not conceivably or so easily have solutions to my small size.

Or so my Lord husband thought. He didn't even ask, after all.

Still, what I thought was a renewal of violence only happened to be unfortunate grumbles of a peaceful elite. With peace returned and the working and peasant classes starting to rebuild, boredom would undoubtedly begin to creep back into the psyche of the ruling class. The last great social event of the decade was our wedding, so it would follow that salacious rumors of the ghastly minotaur and his weird Elven Princess would undoubtedly become a default topic.

Sometimes she cursed taking this yoke for her dear helpless sister. But if she didn't, then it would be her wilting little Alais who would be forced to have this conversation with Lord Idris. While not uncomfortable, she knew her sister would already be in tears. She at least now had some small affection for her gruff husband to not want him to experience any of her sister's tantrums.

A small smile quirked her lips when he mentioned she was digging in compost. Not quite, but close. But he need not know she was quartering off almost half of the Forest near his fortress as ritual ground and farm for her materials. Not unless he asked. Then she would just have to show him the graves.

"Always charming the ladies, my Lord. I am flattered you take note of our scents. Although this time, I think I may have made it quite easy for you." I didn't like using magic for mundane things such as cleaning, but disintegrating the soil and blood on my skin would at least clear the air. Literally.

"And who is this sorry swine who would dictate how a noble Lord and elven Princess conduct their personal affairs, peace treaty or no?" I raised my eyebrow. While my husband off the battlefield was not as politically savvy as I had hoped, I knew he wasn't one to bow down to political pressure as easily as this. There was something he was not telling me.

"If this person is allowed to continue pursuing this issue in the face of our amicable union, why have they not fallen under your Great Axe? Or should I answer the insult myself and inadvertently gain 'materials' for my work?" I tapped my finger to my lip, one arm lifting my considerable bosom and the other sinking between the breast bindings, loosening them.

But the apology and admission of his fault in the lack of intimacy threw me off guard. This was no mere political pressure. He was in need and of all the people, his wife was the one to provide the solution. But to what problem?

"And what of my concession? Or my complicity? I could easily cross the fortress to your bed if you refused to share mine. Although I must admit, I would expect a gauntlet barring my way in the form of your female company. If you have a care for their lives, you must ensure they come armed.

"We are not foppish youth in the blush of our first romance, waiting to please and eager to accept. Our anatomy aside," and here my eyes drifted to kilt, head tilting to the side. "Things CAN go on as they have, and our consummation was not the problem, merely the appearance of it. I would not wish my Lord to be stressed unduly by something he simply does not desire.

"And before you tell me I am too small or unprepared, that is also, not for you to decide. You may be correct that I am a virgin bride in practice, I am very much far from it in spirit.

I let my hands do the gesturing, glad that he probably did not see the discomfort of my own awareness of how thoughts of consummating with me was distasteful. The man never bothered to ask, after all. Little did I know, the breast bindings had loosened, and offered him a view of a pale pink nipple straining against the filthy cloth.

"But we are discussing the appearance of consummation, not the actual act. If the appearance of consummation is necessary, you may rest easy. I simply need your seed in a jar." My eyes drifted again to his kilt. "Although I would have to at least verify it myself that the seed is yours and collect it myself. You are my husband, and I took my vow that only you would have carnal knowledge of me, and forgive me if I need the reassurance that at least it is true for my own personal peace."

"This is not to say I forbid or wish to interfere in your personal matters. I do not. I understand your doubt of our compatibility and our duty. This would be the easiest way. I can see to it that your seed is planted in me without your active participation and have it done. You may also verify the ritual with your own eyes if you must."

"Would this suffice to solve our problem?" I already flicked Domina out of my dimensional store by habit, trying to remember the book where I read spells related to breeding and other salacious acts, ready to leave. This conversation was more than quite uncomfortable for both of us.

Ah, yes, how to say I was not opposed to my husband's intimacy and even quite capable, but saying it was unnecessary in the face of his discomfort was a conversation I never thought I would have. And I wished I would never have again.

 

[saedo]

I let Sidonie ramble on about the impudence of those who might question us. Elves were almost by nature a bit haughty. With their long lifespans, arcane magic, and litany of artistic achievements, even their commoners tended to regard themselves as bit more "special" than the other races. As a princess by birth who had lived most of her still-young life in the sanctuary of the royal courts, she still had much to learn.

"If this person is allowed to continue pursuing this issue in the face of our amicable union, why have they not fallen under your Great Axe? Or should I answer the insult myself and inadvertently gain 'materials' for my work?"

I harrumphed and took a step towards her. That got her attention. The dwarves sometimes refer to me as "The Mountain That Moves".

"Do not make idle talk of that sort," I warned. "I'd have been quite content to retire after the War to my homelands, but it was your side -- your own family included -- who thought it best that this province be ruled over someone by my side. I'll not be feeding into the human presumptions that I'm some tyrannical beast by lopping off heads at a whim.

I shook a thick index finger at my wife. "And do not think I remain entirely unaware of your bloody magics in the wood. I do not interfere out of respect for you, but only insofar as you do not jeopardize my interests -- or our collective ones. Neither of us would care to see an angry mob of humans armed with pitchforks and torches at gates seeking to slay the shaggy monster or burn his witch wife.

"Moreover, such a harsh reaction would only confirm the rumor, not dispel it. And like a prairie fire, it would burn beyond control before we could stamp out the sources.

Sidonie was not so easily cowed. Her tongue turned sour as she directed herself at me. "I could easily cross the fortress to your bed if you refused to share mine. Although I must admit, I would expect a gauntlet barring my way in the form of your female company."

" I have not shared a bed with anyone since our wedding," I countered. "I may seek comfort from others, but always discreetly. I would not openly dishonor you."

Perhaps sensing a sore point, Sidonie pressed on. "But we are discussing the appearance of consummation, not the actual act. If the appearance of consummation is necessary, you may rest easy. I simply need your seed in a jar."

I growled and lunged for her. My wife attempted to dance away, but she was hardly the first to assume my bulk made me slow or ungainly. Her stick floated over to bear her away, but my right hand swatted it away. Meanwhile my left hand clamped around her shoulder and bore her aloft with ease. I leaned close, my gold irises boring into her wide eyes.

"Do not mock me, wife." My voice was deep and low, so she felt it in her bones as much as heard it. "Neither of us wanted this marriage, but neither do we want to see our kinsman plunged into another bloody war. So we are bound together under this same yoke, you and I."

"And for the record, I never said that I did not desire you, only that I judged such desire unwise given the physical complications of that which would follow." I dropped my gaze. "You are a very desirable woman, Sidonie. It's not that I do not want you, but that I do not want to hurt you."

Recognizing the contradiction of my words and my actions, I lowered her to the ground. Sighing, I crossed to the pitcher of wine on the side table and poured a glass for her and a mug for myself. (Human portion seem rather miniscule by minotaur standards.) I handed the former to her before drinking of the ruby liquid myself.

(Incidentally, I so rarely get credit for the effort I put into making myself less threatening around the elves, humans, and the other "fair folk". Handling one their slender glassware is an act of considerable dexterity for a creature with hands my size. It took me months of practice to do so without crushing the glass.)

"Allow me to be a bit more direct . . . perhaps even coarse," I began. "I show signs of . . . ," I began, ending my speech with a scrape of my right hoof and a soft exhale. "It doesn't translate well, but the humans who've known me refer to it as 'The Rut.' It's a crude approximation, but it will serve for our purposes."

"During this period, my libido becomes heightened. It's distracting and even painful if not relieved. Unfortunately, from past experience I have also learned that the usual measures I typically seek relief will be ineffective. Put bluntly, merely having my cock sucked provides no peace; I must actively fuck someone.

"But now I am married. And while there might be vague rumors of our actual intimacies, they are just rumors. Irksome, but not necessarily fatal to the symbolic importance of our union. But when this period begins, any woman I fuck will bear signs of the encounter. Obvious signs. So if those signs are appearing on others but not you, our absence of intimacy will no longer be rumor. And if our union appears so hollow, the peace accords might seem likewise."

"So Sidonie, this is not something we can avoid or fake. I must do this to you."

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

I huffed at my husband's justification for the feminine sighs that threatened to reach every corner of the kingdom at the rate he used women for 'comfort'. Not that I would deny him relief or what he desired, but to me, discreetly or openly was the same. In his chambers or elsewhere was the same. I knew my place and my duty, and so did he. What comfort we could get from welcome sources was our right and the least we deserved.

"I do not find dishonor in a person pursuing their desires, even if it were my own husband with someone else. We hardly even met before our nuptials. To expect any regard would be laughable. My silence was consent enough, and I assure you, if I did not consent, you would have been hard pressed to miss it."

O sighed. I knew my own insecurity with how I felt rejected by my husband's continuous seeking of 'comfort' was surfacing, and I definitely had to get a handle on that. This was not the place and time to have problems with my self-worth.

But I indeed did not have any time, as their conversation escalated, and I found Domina batted away and my Lord husband holding me aloft, legs dangling off the floor. Oh, he could definitely outrun me, outmaneuver me despite his large bulk. He spoke to me seriously, and I suppose it was meant to intimidate.

It would have, if I didn't speak to demons in their Black Speech on a regular basis. I had to admit, though, the effect of his voice was eerily similar.

"Ah and there you are very much mistaken, my Lord. I did volunteer for this, if you remember. For love and all that rot." I managed to smile even as my husband spoke of being bound together in an unwanted situation.

But what truly unbalanced me was his sudden admission that he found me attractive. Wait a damn minute, when did that happen? Or matter? How could this fool man say he found me 'very desirable' but also be the reason maids had to hold alternating cold and warm compresses to their jaws?

Suddenly, the deliberate isolation I felt from fortress inhabitants was not as benign as I thought.

"For the record, my Lord husband, you did not even ask me what I liked, physical complications aside. What if that was exactly what I wanted?" I gave a bitter laugh.

He lowered me back to the ground and I called my staff, the handle smacking into my hand satisfyingly. I resisted the urge to whack the back of my husband's large, horned head with the tip and instead stored it again as he was turned away.

I was surprised he did not crush the single small goblet, even as his hand dwarfed it and mine. I could hold but two of his fingers in my hand, but not be able to make my own meet around them.

The dainty, shallow portion he handed to me was the true joke of this conversation, and I knocked the wine back in a single set of swallows. There was still something he was not telling me.

But I didn't have to wait long or pour a compulsion draught into his wine, because he began to tell me what the true matter was, and that it was not as simple as fobbing off political rivals as I initially thought. Peace treaty or no, my husband's mental and physical health was my primary concern.

"I will trust your explanation of your condition and its requirements, husband, but please allow me at a later date to fully grasp what you mean when you say 'The Rut'. I do not demean you, but I also do not wish us to be ruled by something that we have no full understanding of."

"I can see the problem with the need to fornicate and that your seed would be incredibly potent, and we would no sooner have a bevy of bastard heirs to your seat of power if we carried on with our assumptions. Forgive me, I did not wish to make light of our situation. I merely wished for our continued comfortable life together in the capacity we both tolerated."

I set down the glass and tapped my finger to my lips again. The primary problem here is my husband is reluctant to fuck me for justified reasons, albeit rife with assumptions. One was that I did not wish it. I simply wanted to feel wanted.

And I supposed I had it, in some fashion. It was welcome.

"To be blunt as well, I am explicitly not opposed to, as you say, having this done to me. While at first glance, your concerns are important I can assure you that if I can take your seed in a jar, I can also take your seed in my womb. We would just need a little help and preparation for the physical requirements. I think. I am sure I have something in my books."

I wanted to reassure Idris that he would not face rejection with me, but I was not one to go about chasing.

"As I see it, the primary problem is that you have a physical need that only I can assuage, thanks to political ramifications and our sense of honor, no matter disparate those two are. The peace treaty is a far lower secondary consideration since it is only about appearances. What I am worried about the most is you."

"I am your wife, and while I know it is my duty to do this, the last thing I want is that my husband is in distress when I can provide relief."

With that confession out of the way, I decided to push on.

"Our conversation has me concerned that your Rut may already be upon you. Are you in pain? How can I help? Although my current state does desire a dip in the tub, I would wish to know the urgency we need to have so we can get through this."

I reached out my hand, tiny and pale against the massive bulk of his large forearm, which seemed warmer to the touch than a normal man. "I am here for you, my Lord. You can depend on me."

 

[saedo]

Ah and there you are very much mistaken, my Lord. I did volunteer for this, if you remember. For love and all that rot." I

I dipped my shaggy head in acknowledgement. "Apologies, my lady. I sometimes forget that this is a a burden we both agreed to endure."

After hearing my explanation, my wife leapt to the conclusion that it was pregnancies I was more concerned about. I suppose in time that might be true. But in truth, the aftereffects were more immediately observable.

I chose not to explain. She'd find out soon enough.

"The peace treaty is a far lower secondary consideration since it is only about appearances. What I am worried about the most is you."

I chuckled and tilted my head towards her. Two months my bride and still she was mostly a mystery to me. Is never sensed more than a passing interest from her in my existence. Yet here she was in utter defiance of the aloof scholar, ever buried in her intellectual pursuits. Perhaps I knew her as poorly as she did me.

Then she did the most remarkable thing. She stepped to me and placed her hand on my forearm. Her pair fingers rested amidst the back hair that covered much of my body. It was a small gesture -- and a small hand -- but I found it most endearing.

I reached out with my other hand. Sidonie's eyes darted towards the approach, but she did not flinch as I cupped her face. Inside my broad grasp, I held her jaw up to the upper tip of her ear. "Your concern . . . pleases me," I murmured softly. Of course, even my whispers tend to rumble with my natural bass. "Thank you."

I withdrew my hand and spoke with a little more levity. "But yes, I agree with your instincts about the bath. Your magic alone seems not quite as potent as soap and warm water." I winked at her.

"Plus you said you had preparations to make? Could you perhaps be ready this evening? We have a few days yet by my estimation, but I'd prefer to at least let you assess the situation in private first before my need becomes dire."

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

I left my husband with a poorly-veiled threat at the dig about my magic, feeling my jaw and ear tingle where his large hand had cupped my face. Somehow, I strained my neck speaking with him, and only realized it belatedly when I took my leave.

Why was he so damn tall?

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The last thing I did that evening before meeting with Lord Idris was take that bath, as I had disappeared into the Tower my very generous husband had provided me to find a way to fit whatever dangled between his legs inside my small body.

I found a few, but they were mostly to help a woman give birth to very large hybrids. That solved a problem, but not the immediate one that faced us a few days hence.

By the time I found something that suited our purposes and what I needed to do the spell, it was almost evening, and I still hadn't bathed. I waved a hand to cleanse my space magically and called for a bath in my chambers.

Once my hair was dry, I made my way from my chambers, which was on one side of the fortress, and my husband's on the other. My breasts were unbound beneath the black silk robe I wore, and I was lost in thought as I rode Domina to my Lord's bedroom.

If this ritual worked, the question of pain or physical incompatibility would be moot. But the matter of his 'Rut' as he told me was not fully divulged, so I needed to know more. Still, this was the only method I found to...correct? No, but to perhaps overcome the physical incompatibility that most assumed.

As far as I was concerned, my husband was a desirable man, whatever dangled between his legs. And I was his wife and I did not get to determine what that was, only accept it.

Along with this Rut he spoke about.

When I snapped out of my reverie, I had found myself standing barefoot outside my Lord's chambers, and had finished knocking. The marble floor was cold on my bare feet, and I wore nothing beneath the black silk robe I favored for sleeping. I suppose the maids knew what was up, since they offered to press perfume on my pulse points, on the back of my knees and inside my wrists and elbows.

The attention they gave my skin was particularly extra, with a scentless oil rubbed in. They paid particular attention to my breasts though, and offered to trim my downy hair neatly in a triangle on my mons, cooing softly upon seeing that it was a darker grey than the silver on the top of my head. Humans were quite enamored with pubic hair, it seemed.

I didn't bother with knocking, and pushed my way in. "Lord Idris?"

 

[saedo]

By day's end, my need was beginning to tug at the edge of my attention. I hoped that tonight's meeting with Sidonie went well. I'd not easily find sleep tonight without some relief.

Having suggested my wife wash the smell of blood from herself before tonight, I would feel a hypocrite if I did not take my own advice. Contrary to certain stereotypes, my kind was not averse to baths. Our shaggy hair and thick hides merely made them less necessary.

Admittedly, drying out afterwards did take a bit longer than relatively hairless human. But with a few servants to towel and comb my black fur, I was ready by the appointed hour.

Sidonie arrived only slightly late, which was almost early for her. She wore a black robe that belted at the waist. The cinch only somewhat kept her top covered, allowing a fair amount of cleavage to peek through. Though perhaps the smallest adult female on the estate, my wife's bosom rivaled those of many human females half again her size.

I stepped closer to her. She looked even tinier close up. With her chin level with my ribs, she had to tilt her head considerably to match my gaze. "Perhaps you should have worn those shoes with the heels," I suggested with a smile.

I wore a fresh kilt that hung down to my knees, but had left my torso uncovered. I rarely needed clothing for shelter from the elements or additional warmth thanks to my shaggy pelt, but adopted them to better fit in amongst the other races. However, given what was in store, I assumed clothing would soon be optional.

"I am tempted to preface this with words, but I think you know enough already to make further speech irrelevant." Seeing no objection from Sidonie, I reached for the fastening of the kilt and tugged it free. In moments, I stood naked before my wife for the first time.

I suspect she'd heard rumors. No matter how loyal the servant, there is almost always some gossip. But by my guess, the look in her eyes suggested either the rumors hadn't been quite accurate or she'd simply not believed the description.

My cock hung low between my heavy thighs. Even soft, it looked to be larger than her arm. The human females always seemed most taken with its girth. Apparently their males have rather slender twigs next to my mighty tree trunk. The women also seemed rather shocked at the size of my scrotum as well; the dark sack with its hefty twin occupants was just visible behind my dangling cock.

I waited a moment while Sidonie stared. "You may touch it, if you like," I suggested.

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

For some reason, my husband looked even larger the less clothing he actually had on. I was suddenly very aware that I wore nothing underneath my robe, and my breasts were spilling from the vee of my neckline, and that a curious ache had settled in my core.

He quipped about my heels, and seeing as how being barefoot put me at an even worse disadvantage height-wise, I couldn't help but agree. "I'll take that into consideration for the next time, my Lord."

There was nothing else to do but nod when he gestured to revealing the extent of his 'Rut'. His large hand tugged at his kilt, and he pulled it away--and I finally saw my husband naked for the first time.

He was a full three inches longer than my most fantastical estimate.

Curiously, the waft of pheromones emanating from his groin was what caught me off-guard more than the sight of my husband's form. I already knew he was famous with human women, and I was finally able to see why.

Nothing about him was out of proportion. Naked, but covered in his gleaming fur, everything was pleasing to my eye. The slope of his muscles, and even his waist, that spoke of the physical business of war instead of the aesthetic sculpting favored by gladiators was beautiful.

Below that, his cock dangled, but even then I knew it was thickening and rising. Was this the Rut? Or was it because he was naked in front of me?

Whatever the reason, he was clearly well on his way to arousal, and the more I saw the heavy sacs hanging beneath his penis. Judging by the size, we had a separate problem on our hands; how I would be able to handle the seed that ripened in his balls?

I should think one of his sacs was probably as large or bigger than my own stomach. I swallowed, suddenly thirsty.

"I can see why you thought that would hurt me." my eyes flicked up momentarily to his.

Despite no addition to the fire, I felt a heat come over me, and the curious ache in my core settled heavier, and my nipples puckered beneath my robe. The pink egg I needed for the ritual was heavy in my pocket.

While I explored, I spoke. "I found only the one spell that could help us. It will require you to use your mouth to deposit a crystal egg inside my pussy, and to speak a few words. I will guide you. Afterwards, you must keep the egg in your possession and claim it as yours. The grimoire then said, I would be made for your pleasure."

As if of its own accord, though, my hand came up on its own once my husband allowed me to touch. If his arm was warm to the touch, the hardening cock was hot, running hotter. It felt like velvet-wrapped steel. A blunt weapon, and my soft, feminine insides were the target.

"At the very least, I interpret that as I would not be hurt by anything we do."

I brought my other hand up to the task, and stepped forward, pale skin a contrast against the dark flesh. I began to caress, my palm trying to fit the bulbous tip, only to find it was hopeless, and that both hands could not span the circumference.

I stepped even closer, and the member twitched and rose, brushing briefly against my bosom. I raised it and touched lower, towards the base. It was wider here, and if my pussy would be wrapped around this, I would gape. Whatever this spell could do was nigh short of body transmutation.

I cupped his heavy balls, and found them warm and soft to the touch. They felt full and ripe, needing release.

"Is it painful?" I asked, trying to focus on his Rut, rather than how much I enjoyed that it was only he and I in his chambers, on this strange evening.

 

[saedo]

"I can see why you thought that would hurt me," Sidonie admitted, her eyes wide and gleaming.

I nodded. "Thank you." I paused, then added, "And I might yet. When I am fully in the grip of this condition, I am not entirely myself. I am more . . . ." I frowned, disliking the most accurate term. " . . . feral. Less civilized. Less controlled. I might be . . . rougher than I intend."

Sidonie continued to expect my thick shaft from a distance. She began speaking of a crystal egg and some ritual that would follow. As always, magic continued to defy sense.

My attention, however, went elsewhere when she reached forth and placed her hand against my cock. Though I've had the experience many times before, the touch of someone else was always surprisingly intimate. And erotic. My shaft, already some plump, began to thicken visibly as soon as her milky-white fingers traced across it.

I held my breath as Sidonie added a second hand to the effort. Her delicate digits stretched around my shaft only to find them short of complete encirclement. And with every beat of my heart, her fingers and thumbs were spread just a little further apart as I continued to grow in her hands.

Sidonie moved her hands lower, her eyes still large with wonder as she cupped my scrotum. Each full orb easily filled her palm. I shivered slightly; I have ever found a woman's touch on my balls to be intensely intimate.

"Is it painful?" she asked softly.

"No," I shook my shaggy head, sending the braided plaits of my beard swinging. (Having learned of my scheduled encounter with my wife, my maids had affixed each with a bit of dark blue ribbon. "Women like it when you dress up for them," I'd been assured.) "Not painful. Not yet, at least."

"It is more like a steady, unrelenting ache. It tugs at the edge of my awareness, more annoyance than anything. It is worst when I am still. No position -- standing, sitting, lying down -- is ever comfortable."

As I spoke, the light twinkled at the tip. A pearl of precum formed from the slit atop my cockhead and began to grow in size. Sidonie watched as until it nearly the size of a quail's egg and gravity took control. The pearl rolled down the side, leaving a shimmering trail of slickness in its wake as it slowly dissipated partway down my length. Moments later, a fresh pearl began to form anew.

"I am content to stand here for as long your inspection requires, but I am nonetheless eager to proceed. Do do something with the egg at the start, or are there steps that come before?" Seeing Sidonie next to my swollen arousal made me doubt that magic could correct the imbalance, but I was prepared to indulge her methods on the mere possibility it might.

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

I had to admit that taking my hands and eyes away from my husband's growing arousal was something I would rather not do at the time, but if anything that concerned Lord Idris' Rut was to be successful, I had to collect myself.

I raised my brow when he admitted that discomfort set in. I hoped he would tell me sooner rather than later next time.

I saw the liquid form at the tip, and how the amount grew more and more until it slid down the side. My throat felt dry, and I felt my heart boom in my chest, akin to a magical encounter. My Lord's cock was growing still, and I was sure it would reach past my womb and leave my slit gaping.

I nodded in understanding, and before I could stop myself, bent my head, silver hair falling about my face, and pressed my nose to the heated, dark, hard flesh. I inhaled as I bent further at the waist, and scented my husband's cock all the way down to the root.

Yes, I could get used to this.

I stood up to my inadequate height, my cheek wet and glistening with his precum, and pulled out a pink, clouded crystal shaped and sized like a hen's egg and held it out to my husband. A magical instinct kicked in upon seeing the liquid forming, and I reached out to pull his massive cock towards me, to coat the crystal egg in his fluid instead of the saliva called for in the grimoire.

One hand held what I could below the thickening head stroking, and the other let the the fluid drop into my hand with the egg. Soon, my hand smelled of my husband's cock and precum, and the egg was coated.

I had to move back quickly, as the pheromones in the air were becoming exceedingly heady. Looking up into my husband's face, I shed my black robe, revealing my clean, scented body. I knew he was used to taller, fuller women, but I hoped my full breasts, trim waist and hips were enough to get him through his Rut.

My pale pink nipples peaked in the air.

I had never been naked before a man I did not summon in my own circle before. It was a different experience to have no power over the male who beheld my nakedness.

Only then did I realize that my inner thighs were wet with my own nectar. I held out the egg to him using my free, dripping hand.

"Put the egg inside me as far as it will go, even if you find a hymen and it gives, then say, 'My rod and seed for the secret yolk'."

 

[saedo]

Sidonie seemed fascinated by the precum oozing from my cock. I was reminded that mod is of her knowledge was second-hand at best, so I let her gaze unhindered. It was the better part of a minute till she blinked and began her ritual.

She produced an egg of pink crystal. Or was it a crystallized egg? Cutting a crystal into the shape of an egg seemed as equally plausible as turning an egg into a crystal. Perhaps later I would remember to ask about the distinct.

As it was, I was distracted when Sidonie began stroking the underside of my cock with her free hand. The stimulation prompted an increased trickle of precum from the tip. She then used her other hand to bathe the egg -- along with her hand and much of her forearm -- in the slick, translucent liquid.

Given her previous mention about having me suck on the egg first, I wasn't sure about this new step. I was therefore somewhat relieved when she handed me the egg and instructed me to shove it into her without my mouth being mentioned.

I was momentarily distracted as Sidonie shed her robe while she provided instructions. I'd long known how beautiful a figure she struck in the dresses she wore when we appeared at public functions. Still, seeing her in the flesh was still quite moving.

Her breasts were fuller than I realized, nearly matching the bustiest of my human servants with half again her height. The contrast with waist was also more pronounced. And then there was the triangle of neatly trimmed silver hair pointing towards her delicate folds. How could she have ever thought I was not attracted to her?

She nearly had to prompt me a second time to shake me free of my stare. "Right," I declared. "Inside you. Got it."

Sidonie made no move facilitate the process other than to stand with her feet apart, so I presumed we were to do it upright. I turned to face her and stepped close, which meant my throbbing erection went from bobbing before her to being pressed against her torso. With my my height, this meant my shaft fell between her tits and reached near her chin. But if I was to reach her pussy, I could hardly stand further away.

I cupped the egg and gently parted her labia with my fingertips. Sidonie was drenched between her thighs, suggesting I was not the only one thoroughly aroused by this intimate contact. The lubricated egg slid easily into her tight little canal. I followed it with one finger and drove it slowly into her. I stopped when I reached the last knuckle, hoping that was deep enough.

"My rod and my seed for the . . . secret yolk?" I recited slowly. Sidonie hadn't mentioned removing ty from egg, so I stood there with my finger in her snstch and my cock mashed against her chest. Had the ritual worked? How would we know?

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

I supposed that I would have been fascinated at how my spell worked, but with my husband so close, and that massive, fasicnating cock was suddenly pressed bare between my pillowy bosom, inserting itself between my soft breasts. My nipples brushed against his shaft, and all I needed to do to give his cock a taste was look down.

The tip was hot against my neck, and I thought that my husband's scent became a miasma that enveloped me.

Only his finger, still too big for my tiny, virgin hole, made me whimper out his name. "Idris.." My hands came up grasp his massive forearms, my legs spreading slightly as the sensation of something cold followed by something large made me stand on my tip toes. I didn't realize I could make such needy sounds.

I vaguely heard him say the words, and after that I couldn't hear anything at all for a moment, as my body suddenly felt as if I had touched a current of pure energy. My midsection flared in sensation as if it was about to fall apart into a million pieces of pleasure and I screamed.

"Idris!!" I didn't know how long it lasted, but when I came to, I was leaning heavily against my husband, my mouth open against the masculine-smelling tip of my husband's cock as it continued to leak. I lapped at the precum. His finger was buried deep inside me, and my thighs felt moist.

Unknown to me, and only explained later, I had a powerful orgasm the moment the spell took, and my love channel fluttered madly around his finger as I squirted and let out a wash of nectar that coated his hand and dripped onto his carpet. What's more, Lord Idris would tell me he too felt as if he touched a thing that shocked him, a current traveling from his finger inside me to his heart and brain.

Inside me, I knew the egg was no more. What happened to it, I couldn't tell at the moment, but it was supposed to be extracted and kept in his possession.

"Lord...Idris....?" I whimpered softly, my mouth moving against the spongy tip of his minotaur cock, my nose pressed against the hole at the very tip.

 

[saedo]

Before my wife responded, the egg suddenly warmed to my touch. A tingling sensation followed that raised the hair along my arm. It was odd, but not unpleasant.

Without warning, the tingling intensified. I'd once been near enough to a lightning bolt cast by a wizard for it to singe my hair. Absent the smell, it was something like that again, only running up my arm and to my heart.

Meanwhile Sidonie's body bent like a bowstring was tied at her head and feet. Her eyes looked almost skyward without seeming to see anything. Her shoulders drew back, thrusting out her bosom. Inside, her pussy clamped down against my finger in a rapid pulsing matter. A deluge of fluid spilled out of her, drenching my hand and wrist along with her naked thighs. Throughout it, her mouth opened and emitted a sultry moan.

I stood still, afraid to disturb her. Aside from the lack of foreplay, Sidonie seemed to be in the grip of a powerful orgasm. The almost instantaneous inception was like nothing I'd seen before, but then I'd never seen her climax before. Perhaps elven females were much more highly reactive than other races?

She continued in this manner for the better part of a minute. Was it one orgasm now or a few chained together? I couldn't really tell. But eventually the rigidity of her muscles eased and she slumped forward.

I caught her about the shoulders to steady her. Sidonie clutched at me weakly in return, providing some limited support for her weakened legs. My immense cock wound up pressed between us. Sidonie wound up resting her cheek against the blunt tip.

"Lord...Idris....?" she whimpered softly, clearly confused. She turned towards my cock, her lips brushing against the fat helm.

"Are you okay?" I inquired. The poor thing seemed dazed. I wasn't quite sure she was aware what her tongue was doing to my cockhead, though I certainly didn't mind the sensation.

 

[hollyhockgoddess]

My body initially felt like I had been plunged into a forest pool, massaged in every crevice then vomited back up onto the bank, but that was fading quickly. Beneath my mouth was something that smelled wonderful and earthy, and made my mouth water.

I opened my mouth, weak arms coming up to hold it to my face, not caring that I was leaning completely against my husband. I didn't actually care much where I was , for that matter, but the delicious smell under my nose was irresistible.

My tongue made contact with soft, springy flesh, and a curious, but delectable taste. My hands grasped now what I remembered was Idris' cock and I began to lap at the wet surface. The taste never abated as my husband's precum replenished quite quickly, and I moaned softly as my tongue finally found the crevice where it leaked and teased it gently, now swallowing precum.

Still, it was not enough, and I began to stroke the large member up and down, and I had to swallow to keep up with the amount of fluid that was leaking.

"My Lord...It tastes amazing..." I murmured, lapping up the precum greedily, the shaft pressed against my bosom. I didn't care if my Lord needed to prop me up in this position, only that I had his large cock as close to me as possible.

I tried to suckle the whole head, but that was simply impossible. So I suckled what I could and rubbed my front against the dark, hot flesh, nipples catching sweetly on the his skin.

 

[saedo]

Sidonie continued to lick the tip of my cock. "My Lord . . . it tastes amazing . . . ," she declared. Her hands reached closer to the base. Girthy as it was, even both hands were a stretch. Still, she did her best to stroke me.

Her efforts were pleasant, but I thought the angle could be better. "Let's do this over there," I directed. I reached down and placed a hand beneath her plump ass. Lifting her to me took the slightest effort.

A handful of steps brought us to my bed. I laid her down on the thick blanket and then swung my legs over her torso. Sidonie now found me looming over her on my knees, my swollen cock now draped across her torso.

"Better," I mused, sliding my girth between her impressive cleavage. My hips thrust forward enough to place my fat knob in front of her lovely mouth. "Please continue, my dear."