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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: this is a medium sized entry at just under 6,500 words. There’s m/f noncon, sex with Minotaurs, cocknosis/bimbofication, gangbangs, and a small bit of gore/violence after the sex scene.

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Chapter Ten: Battle at the Camp

Kilne and Amitkoa walked a bit behind Zomos. They knew the huge woman didn’t feel like talking. The previous night had not gone as any of them had expected.

After making camp the Collossi had taken out the strap-on faux phallus and both Nemorvians had been more than ready to use it to put on a show for their savior. But as the huge woman had started to hand them the device she had stopped, pulling back. Zomos had turned her back on them and hunched over as if a heavy weight was suddenly pressing down on her shoulders.

“I can’t,” she had mumbled. “I can’t ask you to do this.”

“But we don’t mind,” Kilne had quickly told her sincerely. The more she’d thought about it the more she’d wanted to do this thing. She missed doing things like this, missed many of the things that had been part of her old life of sexual servitude.

She’d just started to insist Zomos let them put on the show when Amitkoa placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. The younger Nemorvian turned to her friend, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Amitkoa had stared at Zomos’ back, sadness in her eyes. “Sometimes the things our bodies need are the last thing our minds need,” Amitkoa whispered. “She doesn’t want to need this, this curse on her is killing her soul. Can’t you see it? The weight of it on her… Gods above, I wonder how long she’s suffered?”

“For far too long,” Zomos replied, obviously having overheard them. “And even Queen Faeven can’t cure me. She says the influence of The Corruption on Alaria is too strong.” She sat up and turned to look at them, the sadness on her face turning to burning anger. “That’s why I want to fight her war. I want to kill every servant of The Corruption to lessen its influence so that one day I can be cured of this foul curse!”

Since the conversation Zomos hadn’t said a word to either of her traveling companions. In the morning the two Nemorvians had woken to find the camp already broken down, just the bedrolls they had slept in needing to be packed away. Zomos had led the way, her huge strides moving her through the forest so fast the two Nemorvians had at times struggled to keep up.

As they pressed through the forest the Collossi had drawn a massive sword, one so big only a being as large as her could ever hope to wield it. They didn’t know why she had the weapon drawn. Perhaps she thought there was danger nearby, but more likely the two thought she was so angry and felt so powerless that she needed to feel her weapon in her hands. It was a feeling that both Nemorvians understood the feeling all too well.

Suddenly Zomos threw an arm out, signaling for the two women behind her to stop. A moment later the Collossi dropped to her knees and crouched down behind some thick underbrush, waving for her companions to come to her. They did as she had, dropping low to the ground then crawling to her as they drew their swords.

“What is it,” Amitkoa whispered nervously.

Zomos pointed through the underbrush they hid behind at the forest ahead of them. “There is a camp up ahead,” she whispered, so quietly they could barely hear her, yet the mix of fear and anger in her voice was clear. “I only got a glimpse. Minotaurs, I’m certain of it.”

The two Nemorvians nervously glanced at each other.

“But how?” Amitkoa asked quietly. “We were supposed to be fleeing to safety, not towards danger.”

Zomos furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “It doesn’t make sense. The queen’s protective wards should have kept them away. This isn’t right, something dark is at work here.” She glanced from the small horned women beside her then out towards the Minotaurs’ camp. When she looked back at the Nemorvians her face was full of fierce determination. “They can’t be allowed to find the queen’s encampment. There is no doubt in my mind that The Corruption is using them to try and locate the queen and her army. We have to make sure they never find her.”

Amitkoa peaked over the bushes and quickly dropped back down to the ground, cursing quietly. “There are so many of them! What should we do? Can we try and lead them away? Could we outrun them?”

“No,” Zomos said. “Minotaurs are far too fast. I might be able to get away because of how large my legs are, but they’d catch you two almost immediately. We have no choice, we HAVE to attack them.”

Kilne and Amitkoa’s eyes shot open. “No! We can’t, there are too many of them.”

“We have the element of surprise on our side,” Zomos said, already starting to rise. “We attack now and we slay every one of them.”

The Collossi was on her feet and rushing forward the instant she finished her sentence. Amitkoa and Kilne swore but got up, rushing forward with her. The three women readied their weapons as they rushed into battle.

 Zomos roared as she charged into the Minotaur camp. As the two Nemorvians followed her they saw that the mercenaries, although caught off guard by the surprise charge, were not wholly unprepared for battle. It looked as though the group had just been preparing to leave their camp to go on some sort of patrol, most likely searching for the Nemorvians, and were all fully armed. The monstrous bullheaded men were able to turn and meet Zomos’ charge, throwing up large axes and war hammers to defend against the massive blade she slashed at them.

A Minotaur leaped towards Amitkoa, swinging a huge double-bladed axe. Kilne saw the attack before Amitkoa did and the young Nemorvian realized her friend wouldn’t see it in time. She screamed, pushing Amitkoa out of the way and swinging her sword up to knock the attack back.

She succeeded in saving her friend but the Minotaur’s attack was so powerful that it both shattered Kilne’s sword, knocking her to the ground. She landed on her ass, her chest heaving in fear as she looked up at the Minotaur looming above her. As she looked up she realized the beast-man had no pants on and she was left staring at its humongous, dangling member.

The sight of his manhood hit her at once. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped in surprise. A moment later her body locked up.

Amitkoa had gotten back up, turning to see that Kilne was in danger. She charged blindly at the Minotaur, hoping her charge would push the monster-man away from her friend.

As she rushed forward she saw Kilne on the ground, looking up at the Minotaur and not moving. Confused, she looked where her friend was staring and far too late realized she was looking at the thing’s exposed manhood. Her charge forward came to a sudden halt. Her arms fell to her sides, the sword falling from her hand and thudding into the dirt below.

The two Nemorvians were transfixed, their racial weakness ending their fight just moments after it had begun. They stared, their mouths hanging open as a look of desperate, needful lust spread across their pretty features. Slowly, and in near unison, the two women said a single word. “Cock,” they moaned, the one word a clear request.

Standing off from the action was the largest of the Minotaurs, the gray-haired leader. He stood silently watching the battle he had known was about to begin, certain it would be short. His head was cocked to the side slightly as if listening to a voice only he could hear.

“The gods led me here to do their work,” he muttered to himself. “And now I get my reward.”

He smiled, looking at the cock-stunned Nemorvians. They’d had to hunt them for such a long time, the women evading them to the point of frustration. He’d started to think they’d never find the women in this accursed forest but then the gods had led him here, letting him know when they would appear. He knew not why the gods wanted these cows captured nor did he care. What mattered was that they had a lot to pay for and he’d make sure they paid up before he delivered them to the Elven king.

He turned away from them, knowing he had to wait just a bit more before taking his payment from their bodies. The Collossi was an unexpected challenge. Subduing a woman that large and fierce would have been nearly impossible, but luckily no one was paying him to bring her back alive. His men would simply have to kill her, and if too many of them died in the attempt he’d have to be the one to kill her himself.

The battle around her was fierce. She swung the massive sword she wielded, one so big even a Minotaur would have had trouble wielding it, knocking back every attack sent her way. The Minotaur troop had rarely fought enemies as big as they were and had never faced a sentient foe larger than themselves. This allowed Zomos to use her size to her advantage and left the mercenaries unsure how to fight her.

So they were being cautious, surrounding her and pulling back as soon as she counter-attacked. A few times a Minotaur almost got close enough to strike but each time she would do something unexpected, like kicking them back. They were just not used to a foe having the size and strength to do such things.

“I will have to take care of the Collossi,” the leader mumbled, tightening his grip on his weapon. But before he could take a step towards her the Collossi suddenly came to stop, stumbling back and lowering her weapon.

The Minotaurs surrounding her muttered and raised their weapons, wondering if this was some kind of feint.

“Big…” she called out.

The leader furrowed his brow, thinking, What is this? Her voice did not sound right. The ferocity she had displayed only moments ago was gone while the word she’d spoken had been uttered as if her intelligence was no longer that of a fully sentient being, but more like that of a subhuman Troll.

Zomos dropped her sword, raising the hand that had held it and pointing at the dick of the Minotaur directly in front of her. “Big… cocks!” she said, struggling to speak the two simple words.

The mercenaries backed away, even more confused. They looked at their leader as he strode forward, moving around the Collossi so he could see her face. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look in them while her mouth hung stupidly open, drool already running out the side as she stared at the dangling member of one of his troops.

“Gods be praised,” the leader boomed before beginning to laugh. He looked to his men, smiling. “I’ve seen this curse before. This titan of a woman, one big enough and fierce enough that she may very well have slain us all, has been completely stupefied by the very sight of our mighty Minotaur cocks! We’ve no more to fear from her then we do the little fat uddered Nemorvians.”

His men murmured, still uncertain.

“You doubt me?” he boomed. “Haven’t you all learned NEVER to doubt me? See, our blades are no longer needed,” he declared, throwing his weapon to the ground. He then confidently walked up to the Collossi, reaching up and ripping the front of her clothing open. Her gigantic breasts, their true size compressed and hidden by how tightly wrapped around her torso her clothing had been, came spilling out into the open causing his men to gasp in shocked joy.

The Minotaurs began to mumble eagerly, most dropping their weapons and reaching down to grab their cocks as they began to grow hard.

Zomos saw this, turning her head slowly from side to side. “So… Many… Cocks,” she muttered stupidly. “All so hard. Can’t… think. Too… much!” The towering Collossi dropped to her knees while pressing in on her temples. As she hit the ground her massive, gigantic breasts bounced, nearly slamming into the leader of the Minotaurs.

He had to jump back lest they knock him to the ground. He turned, grinning at his troops. “I deliver to you this sexual feast. Mountainous tits the likes of which your mighty cocks have never seen. Come closer, wield them like the powerful weapons they are, and see how this gigantic slut reacts.”

As the Minotaurs moved in around Zomos the leader backed away. They held their cocks up, huge hard rods of dark brown flesh covered in throbbing veins that seemed to transfix the bimbofied Collossi. Her mouth hung open as she drooled on her huge breasts, moaning in desire as she looked from side to side as the Minotaurs drew closer.

“She could have cut you all in two,” the leader said loudly. “She had the size, strength, and martial skill. But this dumb, cursed slut was undone by her cock-lust. Teach her a lesson she’ll never forget! Make sure she knows the moment she attacked us was the stupidest thing she ever did. Use your cocks to teach this giant slut a lesson!”

Most of the Minotaurs pressed in around Zomos. They waved their huge cocks at her. Then, as they came closer, they began to slap her in the face with them. She gasped and winced and moaned as huge cock after huge cock slapped onto her face. Meaty, fleshy “swack” sounds echoed through the forest. They crowded closer, cock-slapping her face ever harder while laughing cruelly as they forced her down onto her back.

“So many big cocks,” she called out, simple-minded joy in her voice. “Big cocks give big cummy cum,” she yelled, happily giving in to the swarm of Minotaurs. They pressed her down and began taking turns fucking her. They used her mouth and cunt and asshole and most of all her gigantic breasts. There were enough Minotaurs that every one of her holes, both her hands, and each of her tits would not be without a cock for a very long time.

As the gangbang of the Collossi began the leader of the Minotaurs turned from it, happy for his men but knowing he had a much better prize awaiting his cock. A couple of his men stood before the two Nemorvians, stroking their dicks in eager anticipation but not yet acting. They knew not to touch the women they had spent so long hunting down till their leader gave them permission.

He stared at the two women, smiling eagerly. It always amused him what happened to the members of the bovine species when they saw a cock. That initial locking up, and then near total obedience. “If only all women were like this,” he muttered. He stepped closer and spoke louder so the two helpless women could hear him. “On your feet, cows.”

Both Nemorvians jumped up, complying quickly. The surprised look that had been frozen on their faces started to melt away leaving their expressions blank. The leader inspected them, looking from one to the other. He drew close to Amitkoa, the way he stared at her breasts making it clear their larger size was what attracted him to her. “Such big udders,” he said to her, confirming why he was drawn to her and not her companion.

Amitkoa winced, her face coming to life. She had been staring at the leader’s cock, which had grown hard as he stared at her. It was menacingly large, the biggest of all the Minotaur mercenaries. She managed to pull her eyes away from the beastly man’s huge manhood for just a moment, looking up at his face with an angry look of defiance. “D-don’t touch me,” she said, her voice shaking. From the way her muscles twitched it was clear she was trying to back away, but her body refused to do what she wanted it to do.

The Minotaur laughed. “I’m impressed, little cow. But we both know your racial weakness will ensure that you’ll be my happy little fuck-toy for as long as my cock is in sight.” He took a step closer, grabbing her clothes and starting to tear them off. He nodded to one of the other Minotaurs standing beside him and the large man stepped up and started ripping the clothing off Kilne as well.

Amitkoa’s breasts dropped into sight as her clothing was ripped away. “What a lovely pair of ripe fruits just begging to be picked,” the leader said, grabbing her large breasts in his big hands. Amitkoa moaned slightly as he grabbed her then moaned louder as he lifted her tits and groped them. “They will be a most enjoyable treat.”

“I’ve toiled long and hard tracking you down. I plan on having a lot of fun with these udders before I bring you back to that Elve king. And we both know I’ll be able to enjoy your cock-hardening cow tits for as long as I want thanks to the precious milk they are filled with.” He squeezed one of her tits painfully hard as he said this, making a bit of milk squirt out. “To get to use a Nemorvian without paying the small fortune it normally costs, and for as long as I wish, well, that’s not something that happens often. I plan to do far more than just groping these fat udders of yours.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down onto her knees, leaving her overlarge breasts level with his huge Minotaur cock.

Amitkoa’s eyes locked onto it. She shuddered then started to lean forward as if drawn to it, her mouth slowly opening as she drew near.

“The cock lust has already overtaken you completely,” he observed, grabbing his manhood and lifting it. It looked even bigger held next to her head. He started to rub his cockhead on her face, letting her open her mouth and lick at it as he dragged it from side to side. His shaft was so thick that fitting it into her mouth would be nearly impossible but that didn’t stop her from trying. Amitkoa desperately followed his cock as he moved it back and forth, licking at it and trying to open her mouth wide enough to suck in his cockhead.

“I could make it fit,” he told her with a chuckle. “And maybe I will later, but it’s these tits of yours that I want first.” He dragged his cock down her face, letting it fall off her chin and slap down into her cleavage. “These udders and the milk in them are worth a fortune. They are what make you dumb bovine sluts special, the reason you are so prized. To be able to do with them as one pleases is a great honor. To give them to a man and let him not only drink from them but use them to sexually pleasure himself is the greatest act of submission for your kind, isn’t that right?”

Amitkoa was already grabbing her breasts to lift them towards his cock, moving closer as she did to better be able to wrap them around his girthy shaft. “Yesssss,” she cooed, leaning down and salivating on his cockhead for lubrication. “I submit totally to you and your mighty cock,” she moaned, starting to rub her breasts up and down his shaft. She shivered, pleasured by using her sensitive breasts this way. “I need to work this cock…” she muttered. “It’s my temporary god, my reason for existing. I am lost in my cock lust.”

She leaned down as she started bouncing her breasts, giving his huge cock the best tit job she could. Amitkoa licked at his swollen cockhead, sucking on its dark flesh and moaning as she did. Occasionally she’d looked up at him, her eyes glazed over in a haze of pleasured sexual obedience, her tongue hanging out like she was a mindless animal.

One of the Minotaurs standing nearby came forward, holding his cock. “I can’t wait any longer,” he grunted.

The leader looked at him and nodded. “You’ll fit in the slut’s mouth. Go ahead, but her tits are just for me.” He looked at the other Minotaur and nodded to Kilne. “Do as you wish with her.”

He turned back, grabbing Amitkoa’s breasts to press them around his cock exactly the way he liked best. A moment later the Nemorvian was no longer giving him a titjob, he was titfucking her. At the same time the Minotaur standing by them forced his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face.

None of the beings engaged in the orgy took notice of a strange wind that began to blow through the camp at that moment. It carried with it a nearly unseen power, only visible by a few fleeting flickers of red magical energy. As it blew through the forest towards the Minotaur’s camp it washed away the protective magic that radiated out from Queen Faeven’s secret encampment.

It lightly flowed into the Minotaur’s camp, first blowing and swirling around the leader of the Minotaurs as if drawn to him. It flowed through him, causing him to inhale deeply and flex his massive muscles, his body suddenly feeling refreshed. The wind of power then tried to flow into Amitkoa but it was unable to touch her. It flowed around her a few times then moved on, gusting past and through some of the other Minotaurs till it reached Kilne.

At first it flowed around her as well, seemingly unable to touch her either. The Minotaur who had been given permission to fuck her suddenly pressed her to the ground on her back and sat on her chest, eagerly slapping his cock down between her large breasts. She gasped and tensed from the feeling of the large beastly man sitting on her. At that moment the wind of power was able to flow into her.

She inhaled the wind and a flicker of red appeared in the irises of her eyes for a moment. When she breathed out the magic flowed out of her body and moved on, but it had left much of its essence inside of her.

Kilne had been tense as the Minotaur had mounted her chest but now her body was relaxed. A calm, blissful smile spread across her full lips. She looked up at the Minotaur, intense lustful obedience in her eyes. She grabbed her breasts and happily wrapped them around the beastly man’s cock.

The Minotaur grinned down at her, spitting on his cock just as her breasts were pressed around them. He braced his hands in the dirt beside her head and started humping her chest with wild animal abandon, slamming his body into the bottom of her tits and grunting happily.

Kilne grinned up at the man savagely fucking her tits. She helped her breasts tightly around his thrusting cock, leaning her head up and sucking on his cockhead as it popped out of her cleavage to keep it well lubricated. She glowed in joy from the savage tit-pounding, smiling up madly at the man using her.

“Why did I ever want to be free of a man’s control?” she asked herself. The Minotaur didn’t hear her; he was too focused on the pleasure of fucking the young Nemorvian’s large, full breasts. “Life is better this way, giving into my race’s nature. So simple, so easy, and it makes me so happy. I’m so happy to be used by a man’s cock, but I want more!”

She spread her legs open invitingly. One of the Minotaurs standing nearby waiting for a turn at the Collossi sniffed the air as the fragrant aroma of her arousal wafted toward him. He turned and saw her legs open and wasted no time accepting the invitation. He knelt between his legs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her sopping wet opening to wet his tip. Kilne Moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his body to pull him closer.

As soon as his thick cock started to enter her she began to cum. Her eyes crossed and rolled up into her head while her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she shuddered with pleasure. It was a strong, but short, orgasm that only served to whet her sexual appetite, leaving her eager for more.

The two Minotaurs were pounding her, one slamming into her tits and one into her cunt. She barked out, “Yes, yes, yes,” as each man slammed into her body. “Use me,” she moaned deeply. “Fuck me harder,” she begged. “I’m a fuck-toy, I was made to be used this way!”

The Minotaur fucking her tits finally heard the words she was saying. Looking down and seeing the pure, unmistakable joy on her face and hearing her beg for it pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her tits one last time, grunting as he came. There was an explosion of thick cum that shot out and splattered across half her face.

“CUM! Glorious cum,” she shouted, turning her head slightly to cause what had landed near her mouth to drip into it so she could taste it.

As she licked up as much cum as she could the Minotaur that had just gotten off rose off her chest, momentarily sated and stepping away. The one fucking her pussy grabbed her legs as soon as the other was gone, pressing them up towards her head then pressing them down under him so that her legs framed her torso. This allowed him to lean over her, slamming harder into her cunt as he pressed his muscular chest into her large, thick breasts. He grunted, fucking her harder and watching how happy she looked.

Even though her bare back was being slammed painfully into the forest floor every time the huge man thrust into her she didn’t care. All she cared about was how happy being fucked made her. How happy COCK made her.

“Happy for cock,” she muttered, sounding like she was responding to some voice only she could hear. She panted with joy and nodded. “Yes, I accept you. I accept your changes.” As she spoke the red returned to her irises. “I’m happy for cock, the bigger the better. Thank you for making it so these Minotaurs could meet and tame me!”

When the red faded a moment later she blinked, confused for a moment. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around the Minotaur on top of her to pull him in closer. “Deeper,” she moaned up at him. “Your cock, so big. Slamming so deep into me. Filling me completely! There is no joy greater than submitting to cock!”

The Minotaur slid his hands down her legs to grab her plump ass. “Need more of this ass,” he grunted. He pulled out of her but before she could start to pout he grabbed her with his strong arms and flipped her over on all fours, grabbing her backend and pulling it up as he slid back into her cunt. He grabbed her large, plump backend as he started pounding her again, occasionally lifting a hand to slap a cheek.

Another Minotaur peeled off from the crowd waiting to fuck Zomos and quickly knelt in the dirt before her, slapping its large dark-skinned cock on her face. Kilne needed no instructions. She instantly braced herself with one hand and grabbed his thick, meaty cock with her other. She started licking and sucking on his balls, stroking his shaft as she did. She worked his cock, licking and sucking and jerking it off as if it were her god and she was worshiping it.

She worked it with such vigorous skill that in only a short time the Minotaur came, unloading more cum on her pretty young face. At nearly the same time the one fucking her from behind grunted and filled her insides with his own potent Minotaur seed.

The two pulled away from her once they’d finished cumming. A few Minotaurs still waiting their turn with Zomos looked over eagerly, but the leader shook his head. “I want them both to myself now,” he growled at his men, waving for Kilne to come to him. She quickly got to her feet, raising a hand to gather as much cum from her face with her fingers then sucking them clean as she went to him.

“Both of you, on your knees before me. Face each other and press your udders together.” The two Nemorvians did so, Kilne with eager joy and Amitkoa with jerky hesitation as she tried, and failed, to fight the order. Once they had their breasts pressed together the lead Minotaur knelt, grabbing his cock and pressing it under their breasts as he leaned into their bodies, then pressing it up in between both their breasts. With his cock in place he wrapped his powerful arms around the two women, telling them to start titfucking him at the same time.

Kilne giggled happily. “A double tittyfuck!”

They bounced their tits, both leaning forward and letting a large amount of drool fall out of their mouths to help lubricate things. They then looked up at him as they kept bouncing their tits, Kilne smiling happily and Amitkoa glaring.

“A double titjob from two Nemorvians must be a rare thing,” the Minotaur said. He then grunted in pleasure, leaning his head back for a moment while closing his eyes to focus on the feel of both their overlarge breasts working his large cock. After reveling in the feel for a few moments he lifted his head back up and looked down at them. “With as rare as your race is and as spread out as they are I bet few have ever experienced this. Even the largest, richest brothels rarely employ more than one Nemorvian. Tell me, how do you feel about it?”

Kilne answered first. “This is pure bliss. To give in completely to such a large, mighty cock!”

Amitkoa didn’t answer, she simply glared, sweating as she fought against the compulsion to give in as her Nemorvian sister had.

“Your older friend is not so eager to please,” the Minotaur said, chuckling. “But she will give in. It’s your kind’s nature to submit to men such as me. Perhaps you can help her enjoy this more?”

Kilne smiled up at him then turned to face Amitkoa. She leaned across their breasts as they both kept bouncing them up and down the cock between them. Amitkoa started to pull away from Kilne as her lips approached hers, but the Minotaur grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into her friend.

As soon as the two women’s lips touched Amitkoa’s resolve melted away. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning into Kilne. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouths as they started passionately kissing. As they did so the Minotaur grunted in pleasure, his cock exploding with a fountain of cum that blasted up into the bottom of the kissing women’s chins, splashing back down and soaking their breasts.

The leader let out a long, satisfied sigh as he let go of the two Nemorvians. His massive cock began to soften between their cum soaked breasts. They pulled apart, letting the semi-flaccid member flop down between the Minotaur’s legs. He still stood close looking down at them. “I’m far from done,” he told them, his voice weak from post-orgasmic weariness. “Remember, little cows, one only has to drink some of the milk from your teats and they will be more than good to go again.”

Both Nemorvians moved to stand up, grabbing their breasts and starting to lift them, but the Minotaur waved for them to remain on their knees. “Soon. First I want to savor this moment. But my cock is a cum covered mess. Use your mouths to clean every inch of it. Who knows, maybe you’ll do a good enough that you’ll get me hard and I won’t even need your milk!” He chuckled at his wit as they pressed their faces together around his cock, Kilne eagerly licking his large hairy balls clean while Amitkoa begrudgingly worked to lick his shaft and cockhead clean.

He stroked their hair and horns as they cleaned his manhood, talking calmly to them. “They say that a Nemorvian always gives birth to other female Nemorvians. Always. I bet many find it strange for a race like yours to exist, made up only of women. But not us Minotaurs. Our race is much the same, any woman we impregnate will always give birth to a full-blooded male Minotaur. There ARE no female Minotaurs.”

Continuing to stroke their hair and horns he paused, letting them think about his statements and see if they connected the two facts the way he had. “So what would happen if a Minotaur got a Nemorvian pregnant?” He let the question hang in the air for a moment as they continued to clean his cock with their mouths.

He looked down at them, an evil grin tugging at the edges of his mouth. “Perhaps before we deliver you to the Elven king we shall fuck you both over and over till our Minotaur seed takes root in your bellies. They say impregnating one of your kind is hard, just another reason you make such great whores. But if we try long enough it’s sure to happen.”

After a pause he nodded and said, “Yes, that’s what we will do. Stay here in these woods fucking till our cocks fall off. With your milk we’ll not even need rest! And the Collossi can keep most of the men busy while others take turns with you two. We’ll find out the truth, we’ll impregnate you both.”

Kilne licked and sucked at his balls. The cum was all gone but she was eager to keep going. Between noisy sucks and slurps she looked up and moaned, “Yes! Keep fucking us. Impregnate us!”

Amitkoa pulled away, her job done. She forced herself to look away from the Minotaur’s dick, something much easier now that it was soft. Her face was full of apprehension and fear but as she looked off into the forest something caught her eye, something back behind the Minotaur. She looked up at him, the fear suddenly gone from her face. “I think not,” she told him defiantly.

A moment later an arrow infused with glowing blue magic burst through the Minotaur leader’s head, coming out of his right eye socket and showering the two Nemorvians with blood.

The next few minutes were a blur of violence as a large band of Fey warriors attacked the Minotaurs without warning. Half of the mercenaries were lazing about it post-orgasmic hazes while the rest were still gangbanging Zomos. The first barrage of magical arrows pierced many, slaying a large number of the beastly men before they even knew they were under attack. A moment later the Fey warriors had charged and flown into the camp, decapitating and severing limbs with a ferocity that led to the battle ending within minutes.

Kilne was on her knees, splattered with blood and shaking as she looked at the dead Minotaur before her. She seemed to be in shock and was unable to move. Amitkoa, however, was on her feet using the supplies in the camp around them to fashion some simple clothing to cover her naked body.

Most of the Fey warriors were busy ensuring all the Minotaurs were dead, but they looked hesitant to take much more time with the task. A Fey Warrior wielding a bow and quiver of glowing arrows fluttered down next to Amitkoa.

The dainty woman’s face was grave as she nodded at the Nemorvian. “We are glad to have saved you from these brutish beasts. You may not feel it, but they were all infused with The Corruption. I can taste it in the air, it lingers about them even in death. I’d tell you we need to be away from here even if there weren’t urgent matters requiring us all to move quickly.”

Amitkoa furrowed her brow, bending down to grab an axe small enough for her to wield. “What urgent matter?”

“We were on patrol looking for these perverse monsters. We had just found them and were about to attack when we noticed they had captives. We held back, making sure we knew how many innocents were in the camp.

“During that time Queen Faeven sent a quick message to our minds, a dangerous act that required her to let down the protective wards around the army’s camp for a moment. They are under attack. We know not by who or what, but the queen gave the impression that all are in danger and that every sword and bow is needed. We HAD to save you three, but I fear doing so will mean we all reach the queen long after we are needed.”

As she said the last part she looked at Amitkoa with a hint of bitterness. Amitkoa’s cheeks flushed and she looked away in shame. “Well then, we better make saving us worth the time. We will fight for your queen,” she said, looking up with fierce determination on her face.

“Both of you?” the Fey woman asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Kilne.

Doubt crossed Amitkoa’s face for a moment before she forced it away, trying not to remember how Kilne had been acting. “We WILL,” she declared with false confidence. “And Zomos will more than make up for what we lack.”

But even as she said it she looked over at the Collossi and was unsure. She still lay on the ground, Fey around her trying to get her to rise. Amitkoa could see that the huge woman was splattered in Minotaur cum and that it was leaking out of every hole.

The Fey looked where she was looking then looked back to Amitkoa. “We must take a moment,” she said, appearing pained. “Queen Faeven needs us, but before we can help we need to get you three on your feet and in a condition to fight. It may cause us to be late to the battle, but maybe we’ll still manage to arrive in time to help.”