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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 7 Devin introduces the girls to the big city. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. More mountainous and nearly impassable compared to the eastern half of the kingdom, the western region of Lindone was a natural fortress fortified by the jagged peaks of the Snowsquall mountains to the south. This natural border, running the entire length of the country, was intersected only by the Frigid Fingers Peaks that curved northwest. [[MORE]] Along with three valleys that were the only feasible means of travel in the region, the peaks formed a T-shape. Nestled in one of these valleys was Iceford, the second largest city in terms of area but first in population. It was too hilly for farmland and lacked any valuable resources aside from stone, so all other raw materials had to be imported. Its value lay in it's strategic location, being the only practical access point connecting the two halves of the north, allowing them to share their industrial endowments. —---- "So you're telling me your eyes change color in winter, giving you scotopic vision?!?" wondered Devin as Reina led their wagon through the valley leading to Iceford. Reina nodded. Her previously-amber eyes were now sapphire. "It's an adaptation that helps us Whitehorns see better in dim light." Even though it was late morning, the light waned this far north, becoming darker as the sun's warming fingers loosened its seasonal grip. "Whichever color they are, they are lovely." "Thank you, herd-mate." "If I ever add color to my sketches, I'll have to remember that," commented Azalea, sitting next to Devin and working on drawings of everyone they met during their recent escapades on the farm. Devin stretched, glancing at Azalea's progress. "Was Ryna's chest really that big?" She cocked her head to the side. "They were big enough that I couldn't wrap my arms around them, so considering the scale of the drawing, yes. Speaking of which," she grabbed one of the gifted milk bottles. While offering Devin one, she heartily downed the other. "So thick and creamy. Do you want to stop and have some, Reina?" "I appreciate the offer. I will later. I have a good pace going." Reina seemed to have become accustomed to being the sole puller of the wagon. She glowed with healthful vigor as she thoroughly enjoyed the exertion. Azalea returned the bottle to the basket and resumed her work. "I had so much fun at grandpa Gylan's, life-mate!" "Grandpa, huh?" "Yes, grandpa. I've never had one, and he acts like it, or so I imagine what one acts like, and Ellyn was so kind to let me help with the farmwork. I learned a lot about how to milk the satyrs. Which reminds me -- life-mate, we need to have an important talk. "Reina and I were discussing a few things last night, and we decided we want to do more to help, especially me, since Reina is already assisting with the wagon." "What do you mean?" Devin asked. "Food and things." "What did you have in mind?" "Well, we wondered if you could sell our milk," she replied, lightly cupping her breasts. Devin took a swallow of Cyna's milk, considering Azalea's idea. "We could. I don't know what your milk would sell for. I don't think anyone has even considered fairy milk as a possibility, let alone sell it at a market before. We can check the records for any past transactions.'' "I can't speak for the taste as I've never tried it. Also, I'm worried I won't produce very much -- by big people's standards, anyway." "It's not always about quantity. Quality plays an important factor. Connoisseurs will pay a lot for rarity or novelty. We could take a sample and get it appraised. Who knows! We might have discovered and cornered a new niche market, but the first major hurdle is that you're not currently making any." Azalea jumped up. "Not to worry! Two lactation crests coming right up, but we'll have to adjust our affinity-sharing with Reina. I don't have enough for both of you, which means you're going to have to learn how to use the glyph I'm going to re-paint on you." Devin dug around in his pocket. "I asked Jyora to jot down some pointers before we left. Let's see what she wrote." Perusing the neat and stylish penmanship, "Huh. It's not very detailed." 1. Focus (helps to relax) & Visualize 2. Sense & Feel 3. Manipulate & Adjust *Ask Azalea for Assistance "Different people have different approaches, life-mate, so you'll have to find a way that works for you." Azalea got on all fours, her ass swaying happily as she rummaged in her pack for more of her painting tools. Finding what she needed, she sat cross-legged and laid out various accoutrements between them: a small bag of charcoal, a vial of some clear liquid, several darker liquids, and a pestle and mortar set. She poured some charcoal into the mortar, grinding it into a powder with the pestle. "Maybe think of it as something you can touch and move. You kinda have to visualize a stirring motion to both see and use it." In demonstration, she measured some of the charcoal powder into her inkhorn followed by several drops from the clear vial and what might have been a cruse of oil. Then she stirred it with quick motions. "It also helps to be a little horny," Azalia added. Her breasts spilled forward as she bent over to reach for more charcoal. As she sat back, the leaves of her dress parted slightly, giving Devin a peek of her puffy vulva squished against the wagon seat. Unless she was blatant about it, Devin was never sure if her seductiveness was intentional or coincidental. "What do you visualize, Azalea?" She smiled sweetly. "It's changed since I met you." She pumped the handle of her brush suggestively. "I find it easier to imagine a liquid, so naturally, I picture lots of delicious cum, specifically yours, and stirring my fingers through it so it coats them thoroughly, so I can slowly savor every slimy drop." After wiping the drool from her mouth, she checked the consistency of her ink. "I had to make a double batch since Reina might take a larger crest. Are you ready, life-mate?" "I guess," he responded reservedly. "Could you remove your shirt for me, please? You're giving me the 'why' look. Well, aside from enjoying looking at your topless body, I'm going to remove the supplementary crest." She reached into a pouch and rubbed iridescent, flecked powder onto his arm and chest. To Devin's surprise, the markings of the supplementary crest flaked off. "I've been wondering for a while -- won't this come off in water or fade over time?" "If it was left without activating, yes. When you pass affinity through it, it inscribes itself in and on you." Azalea brushed away the last remnants. "Now that I've seen a real glyph in action, I can paint the proper one on you." She straddled his leg, loosened the string on his pants, and pulled them as low as she dared lest she become too distracted. Devin lazily watched her work as she dipped a brush in the ink, and then stiff bristles tickled his skin. He enjoyed her closeness, the weight on his leg, and her body's warmth. "Azalea, you're going to get my lap wet," he teased. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was so absorbed I didn't notice I was humping you." Devin cocked an eyebrow. "It's true! I kinda just do it when something is between my legs." "I didn't say I didn't like it." He grinned. Azalea playfully ground her hips with a bit more exaggeration. Their playful banter helped to pass the time. Before long, Azalea brushed some hair behind her ear, smudging her cheek with ink. "There we go! All finished," she declared. Devin looked down. Under his navel, a decorative glyph, slightly taller than it was wide, was meticulously painted in the shape of his internal reproductive organs. "Now you just need to learn how to use it. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to start on Reina now." Reina's ears swiveled upon hearing her name. "Do you need me to stop?" "I should be able to manage." Flitting her way under Reina's belly, she ran her hands through the cold, resistant fur. She ascertained a rough idea of the dimensions, but there was another issue -- painting while flying was a hassle. "Life-mate, do you have some rope?" Feeling around the bed of the wagon, he pulled out a frayed coil of rope and held it up. "Will this work?" "I think so." After retrieving the rope, Azalea returned to Reina and wrapped several loops around the Whitehorn's midsection. She left them loose to form a makeshift hammock to support herself. Then she gathered up her tools and carefully laid on her back across the loops. Reina adjusted her gait, attempting to minimize Azalea's swaying. "I've never done this before, and as far as I can remember, no one in my herd possessed any affinity. What's it going to feel like?" "What? The crest or lactating?" "The crest." "It won't feel like anything when it's not active. When it actually starts working, if the girls on the farm are any indication, it will probably feel quite nice." She placed the ink bottle on her tummy, patted down some unruly tufts, and proceeded to paint. Meanwhile, Devin was puzzling things out. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.'Ok, now what?' He flexed and tensed various parts of his body, trying to detect anything remotely magical. Nothing. "I'm going to need more to go on, Azalea." "Try to paint a picture in your head, something significant or important to you." A hand extended out from under Reina, making broad strokes in the air. 'A picture, huh?' Closing his eyes again, he retreated into his mind:'Let's try envisioning a lake; a tranquil lake, still as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.' Still nothing. 'What if I add Azalea into the scene, flying just above the water, skimming and frolicking over the surface in an elegant dance, arms swaying gracefully while performing pirouettes?' From there, his imagination took liberties: with crest aglow, she danced amongst the shadows of a cloud-obscured moon. The more she danced, the darker the color of the moon became until it blazed a fiery crimson. Skipping and flitting closer to him, she stopped at eye level with her freckled face flushed, her breath heaving white in the moonlight. A few droplets fell from between her legs, causing ripples as they broke the lake's surface. 'There; what's this feeling? It's warm but very faint. It's barely enough to be called an impression, but now that I'm aware of it, I think I just need to bring it to the surface.' Focusing on the lake, he dipped his mental hands in the warm ripples. The lower he submerged them, the hotter and more viscous they became until he hit something and couldn't reach any deeper. Everything but the water faded into the background. If only he could go just a bit further. He tried digging through the barrier, scooping out the imaginary liquid, but it all just trickled through his fingers. "Basic outline is done," announced Azalea, disrupting his concentration. "Also, you really create a lot of heat, Reina. Some cold night, we should snuggle!" She buried her face into Reina's belly and hummed. Reina had grown increasingly antsy within the last hour. "I; I wouldn't mind doing that. My kind's body temperature increases the colder it gets, s, so our faces get flushed," she purred as she bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp. "It has led to some rumors t, that we are always a, aroused." "Oh? You mean kind of like now?" "Y, yes, but not from the cold. Azalea, Yo, your feet, " "What about my feet?" she feigned innocence. "They are; are rubbing me down there." "Rubbing your what?" Azalea giggled. "My; my udder." Azalea pressed her small feet into Reina's udder. Her tiny toes kneaded and massaged. "I remember you being sensitive down here and how much I enjoyed playing with this squishy plumpness. Does it feel nice?" "Y, yes, but shouldn't you focus on painting?" "I can do both," she reassured her. "Remember when we first met, how I flicked your cute little teats like this? I'll take those shivers as a yes. I can't wait till they are full and heavy with milk," she cooed. ------------------ As they neared the mountains, their steady progress west saw the terrain transform from milder green valleys to rocky foothills. A narrow mountain ravine stretched out before them. Stocky trees and stubby bushes climbed the edges, giving way to jutting peaks freshly powdered with snow. Reina continued to experience Azalea's full attention as the hours whittled away with each brush stroke during travel. Azalea added the finishing touches and smiled satisfactorily. Wriggling out from under Reina, she flew onto her shoulder and shared, "Definitely the largest crest I've ever drawn, but it looks great. Maybe, if we can find a mirror in the city, I can show you. Now, we just need life-mate to figure his glyph out so we can activate it." Reina leaned her head onto Azalea's and accused, "you love teasing me, don't you?" Tensing, Azalea hesitantly asked, "Did I go too far?" "No; I'm getting used to it, and; I'm kinda liking it," she encouraged her. Azalea, feeling relieved, nuzzled into her. "Only because I love you, you tell me if it's ever too much, ok?" "I will. After it's active, how long before I start producing?" "Depends. For smaller races, a few days. I'd guess maybe a week for you." Azalea nibbled Reina's ear and whispered, "I love warm milk before bed. These tiny fingers are going to have lots of fun extracting it." Reina's heart fluttered at the mental image, but before she could comment, Azalea gave her a swift but passionate kiss on the lips. "I'm going to go check on life-mate. Looks like he's been trying really hard." With that, she flew off, landing on Devin's head. "Making any progress, life-mate?" Devin opened his eyes and looked up at the cheery face looking down. "Sort of. I think I felt something but can't quite grasp it." "Keep trying. I'm sure you'll figure it out. That's more progress than I made during my first time." "What was your first time like?" "Such boldness, life-mate, asking about a girl's first time!" She put her hands to her cheeks, acting embarrassed. She dropped to his thigh and flipped onto her back, her head toward him. The flaps covering her breasts fell to the sides. Walking her fingers up his chest, she hummed, "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. I'll just say it was with a girl who needed some; inspiration and first-hand experience." She made a V with her fingers and licked between them. "But for now, life-mate, just keep practicing. The sooner you figure it out, the sooner you get to see these lovely beauties bigger and fuller." She puffed out her chest, squeezing her breasts in her hands. "I wonder how big they'll get? More interestingly, I wonder how much Reina will produce since she has two pairs?!" Reina looked back. "Whitehorn young are considerable eaters. Sometimes we need wet nurses. Some herds make the excess into a drink." "Have you tried any?" "I have not, but I think I remember the recipe." "Maybe we could sell that, too, life-mate!" "Possibly. Some of the local pubs or brewers might be interested." —-------------- The late morning sun was nearing its zenith. It smiled coldly down upon Snowhush Vale. Cut from what the locals called Mammoth Trees, the lofty, double-palisade wall girded the great metropolis that sprawled before the travelers. Lashed together with great bands of iron, the walls slanted sharply inward. It was hewed with a thicker base than the top. Its purpose was the same as most walls -- to keep unwanted things out. Instead of invasion or attack, however, it was a defensive measure against avalanches. Devin shielded his eyes from the sun's reflection off the snow. A line of people serpentined outward from the gate, waiting their turn to enter the city. "What's with the line, life-mate?" Azalea asked. "Just a routine checkpoint for non-citizens. It shouldn't take long." The trio took their place at the back of the line with the wagon, behind a pair of gossipy-sounding ant girls. "Oh, life-mate, don't they look cute with their pickaxe and miner hats?" whispered Azalea. She flew over to land on Reina's antlers to get a better look. Partially armored in a glossy black carapace that matched their pupil-less eyes, they were harnessed to massive wagons laden high with ore. Strapped to their backs were shovels. Each of them had one of their four limbs holding a mattock against their shoulders while two limbs rested on the runners of their wagon. Their antennae animatedly pointed at different people in the line as they held each other's free hand, giggling between themselves. "Antabelle, see that gorgeous unicorn with the silky white fur and jeweled coronet over there? The one next to the handsome Griffin women bodyguard; do you think she's a princess from the royal family?" "Maybe? What could they be doing so far from the capital?" her friend replied. "I don't know. Maybe they secretly eloped and are fleeing the country to escape an overprotective family member." "Such a romantic adventure would make a great bard tale, wouldn't it? Can you imagine if our princess did that, or worse yet, the queen? There'd be chaos! I'd have to find a new colony. Smearing your scent to all your new co-workers can be such a chore too." "I can sorta understand from the queen's perspective, though. Her highness has so many attendants it looks a bit smothering. Sometimes you just want to get out of the nest for a while and stretch your legs." "Don't you mean spread your legs?" her friend tittered. "Well, that too, but sometimes don't you crave the excitement when digging a new tunnel, hoping to find something amazing? And suddenly discovering it?" "Not me. I'd love to be a queen, just lazing around all day, pumping out eggs while all the girls fawn over my body." "You always did like a good fingering after work." "I won't deny that, but also smearing my scent all over you, so everyone in the colony knows what we did, just feels so naughty." "You have plenty to spare, even after dripping your scent trail all the way from home." Devin looked below the wagon. An evenly-spaced trail of droplets stained the ground. "I know a store in town that sells toys to stuff that slutty hole. Should we go check it out?" Azalea couldn't hear what the one named Antabelle whispered to her friend, but it was enough to make her friend blush and lick her lips. Losing interest in the two, Azalea smoothed Reina's hair. "Reina would make a lovely queen with a crown and flowing dress." "She doesn't need a crown. She's already our queen," complimented Devin "That she is, life-mate, and I love pampering her." "I think your idea of pampering is different from most," Devin taunted. "Nu-uh. Pamper is gratifying tastes, appetites, or desires. We both know Reina can't reach back there and is usually too shy to ask, so when we are on the road, it falls to me to take care of her sexy-time needs." "But you just end up teasing her without the gratifying part." "I'm building up her tolerance for edging, so when she does cum it'll be all the more satisfying," she said smugly. "You know I'd rather be the one pampering you two," interjected Reina meekly. Azalea stroked Reina's hair. "When the opportunity presents itself, I'll let you to your heart's content." Returning to people-watching, Azalea enjoyed her front row seat to everything she'd only ever read in books. "I've never seen so many humans in one place!" "Nor so many different demi-humans. How many people live here, herd-mate?" "Hmm. The last census put the population at around a hundred thousand with a split of three-to-one, with demi-humans outnumbering humans." "How do so many people manage to live together in one place?" Reina asked. "Sometimes not easily. Iceford's early history was tumultuous. Its rapid growth was very chaotic and disorganized, almost to the point of anarchy. Some semblance of civic management was needed, but how do you go about finding a form of hierarchy everyone is ok with?" "You'd need to find a common basis point," suggested Reina. "Correct. They formed a council with select representatives from each species. Initially, there was concern this wouldn't be welcomed by those who lived in swarms, herds, colonies, and other large-group-oriented races since they have a more monarchy or top-down hierarchy, but this turned out to be a moot point since those demi-humans felt Iceford was too confining and opted to live elsewhere. They do retain relationships through trade and consultation, though." Devin reached into his vest and pulled out a small, flat metal plate attached to a chain around his neck. "What's that, life-mate?" "It's my citizen and guild membership identification." "Can I see?" Azalea flew over, and she held it up to the light after he handed it to her. She marveled at the craftsmanship. It was double-sided and gold plated with embossed silver filigree twisted in interweaving vines along the edges. Written in liquefied obsidian was his citizen information: Devon Ebonplume, Human, Male Weight: 158 Ibs | Height 5' 8" Birth Date: Spring 24, 3610 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford On the opposite side was the same decorated border. Etched on the right half was a cart loaded with cargo. Amidst the cargo, standing tall, was a pair of scales chiseled from an amethyst. Resting on one plate was a stack of coins, and on the other, a milk jug. In glossy text, on the left half, was written: Merchant Guild Member Amethyst Rank Subsidy Commodities & Milk Distributor Azalea's eyes sparkled as she commented, "It's beautiful!" "I'm glad you think so because you and Reina will be getting one." "We will?! Why?" "It'll be useful for skipping the obligatory guard checkpoints, and they imply a degree of trust that you are a person who'll maintain the laws within the city, so certain government employees might be more generous with their time." "Also, it'll denote we are a family, though maybe we should wait. If we really can sell your milk, we might register you with the merchant guild at the same time. It'll give you discounts at certain businesses." Azalea held it up to her body. "I won't be able to carry it if it's this big." "I'm sure they'll make one for your size. There is no small number of craftsmen available." Finally next in line, Devin flashed his ID to the guardsman. His hauberk was emblazoned with a sundial. In each quarter of the sundial were the emblems of the city's prosperity: an anvil & hammer, needle & thread, saw & plane, bread & milk. Recognizing the well-traveled merchant, the guardsman waved him on, giving the two girls inquisitive looks. They passed under the massive, arched gateway and ventured past several chiseled statues, each engaged in a specific craft. Reina leaned over and scanned a placard: Bruni Leadfoot, Guild master "Who are all these statues of herd-mate?" "Guild masters, crafters of renown, experts in their field who contributed greatly to the city who helped found the different guilds. Since the cities founding, there are statues and monuments all over the places." The entryway of statues widened into an expansive plaza with people milling about, chatting, relaxing, and some enjoying an early lunch. "Everything is so huge!" exclaimed Azalea. She darted every which way, attempting and failing to take in everything at once. "I want to know about everything, life-mate!" "Everything is a bit much," laughed Devin. "Well, there are four main districts: the Entertainment District in the northwest, the Manufacturing District in the southwest, old town in the southeast, and right now, we are entering the northeastern gate of the Commons District." Great lodges with steep A-frame roofs lined the road. Azalea noted many of the two- and three-story buildings' top floor possessed a door stepping out onto a very unsafe-looking porch. "Why do most of these buildings have a door up there, life-mate? They seem very inaccessible to anyone who can't fly." "That's precisely who they are for. There is a large population of winged demi-humans in the city who make homes up there." "They look cozy. Does Mavis live in one?" "No, she still lives at home with her parents; says it's more cost-effective." "Are we going to see her today?" "Yep, her office is in the entertainment district on the other side of the city." The trio ambled along the well-tended cobbled street. It gently sloped upward until they were above even the tallest building behind them. A trestled stone bridge came into view that was wide enough for three of Devon's wagons to cross side-by-side. "Reina, when you get to the bridge, try to stay on the left side. This is one of the best views in the city." In silent response, Reina angled the wagon, pulling up alongside the parapet near the center, and halted. The grand manufacturing capital of the north stretched out below. Wisps of smoke gently rose into the sky from the many cottages lining the busy streets. Comparable to the rings of a great tree, avenues and alleyways separated by homes and businesses encircled the city. Three of the largest thoroughfares, running parallel to each other, were paved darker and appeared better-maintained than the innumerable other connecting roads. The two outer roads were wider and sandwiched the narrower middle one. "Breathtaking," voiced Reina with awe. Azalea eye's sparkled. "I can't believe people could build all this!" "Then, would it surprise you to learn that the lake in the center was dug manually?" Azalea's jaw dropped. "It's called Chill Mirror Lake. The original river was fed by runoff from the mountains. Over time, the river was widened and deepened as a way to tame the waters during the spring melt until it became that lake. Now, the river and its tributaries double as a way to ferry goods between the various craftsmen within the city. "Centuries ago, there used to only be a small village here, surviving mostly through tolls ferrying people across during late and early winter when the waters were high." "And what's that above it?" asked Reina, pointing to an opulent complex of buildings. "That's where the city council and administration reside. I guess you could say that is where the city leaders physically and metaphorically keep an eye over the city." In the center of the lake, sitting atop mighty granite pillars sunk deep into the lakebed, were a cluster of ice-covered edifices surrounding a monumental tower. Clock faces pointed in each cardinal direction at its peak. Four arched bridges extended in the intercardinal directions, connecting to each district. Another set of bridges, running north and south, connected to H-shaped warehouses on the shores. Azalea tore her eyes away from the vista and fluttered to the edge. Far below was an unnaturally smooth ravine with a strong, flowing river. "Are those mermaids, life-mate?" she queried excitedly. "Describe them for me." Azalea set her hands on the stone guardrail and squinted, "Gills on their neck, some near their ribs. Scales on parts of their shoulders and partially around their stomach. Some look to have a big fish tail, others look like they have two." "The ones with a single tail are merfolk. The others are sahagins. They have a pair of legs with fins and can walk short distances on land. Under this bridge is the lake's exit point. Loaded barges are sent north downriver, where they'll merge into one of the fjords before finally meandering to the ocean. Once unloaded, the aquatic demi-humans bring it back." Azalea jumped back aboard the wagon, unnecessarily scrambling up onto Devin's head to make as much physical contact as possible. There, she laid flat on her belly and stroked his cheek. "Hi, life-mate," she sang. "Hi, Azalea. Having fun?" "More than I can say, but it's only extra fun because I get to experience it with you two!" Reina stretched her arms. "I feel the same way, Azalea. Even though our meeting was unorthodox, I wouldn't be here if not for you two. I'd probably still be with my herd, wondering if I'd become an old spinster mare. What are we going to do first, herd-mate?" "Let's see; we should stop by the guild since it's closest. Then we can drop the special order off with the alchemist and collect the money to give Mavis to deliver to Gylan. Depending on the request that Mavis received, we might have time for some shopping." Reina set off again, descending the arched bridge. With Devin's guidance, she turned onto a connecting road, carefully threading her way downhill. Less distracted by the sights and more self-conscious, she noticed many curious glances from passersby. Before they even exited the side road they were on, the murmur of countless voices met their ears. Reina came to an abrupt stop, almost colliding with a river of people flowing to and fro among the various stalls, storefronts, and each other in an organized cacophony of bodies. Sharp barks from vendors, shouts from customers haggling over goods, and the hollering of advertisers formed the general din of the middle ring of the city. Reina motioned, 'this way?' to avoid yelling over the noise. Devin responded with a nod. Soon after crossing the deafening street, the noise faded into the background. They continued even further down the slope they were descending, arriving at the inner ring. Two burly dockworkers carrying lumber hustled past them. They were followed by a small, brown-hooded figure with a long, hairless tail. "This is arguably the busiest ring of the city. Here, all the freight and shipments are ferried around to their respective clientele," Devin related. A moment later, a large bell tolled, causing ripples over the water as it echoed throughout the city to alert residents it was noon. Presiding near the clock faces above the bell were six stone gargoyles. They were female in design, and their large, stone, bat-like wings acted as cloaks around their muscular bodies. Four sets of horns, one pair smaller than the other, adorned their heads. They perched on fearsome-looking claws gripping the tower's ledge. Most noticeable were creepy calligrapher's brush-stroked marks, unseen during the day, glowing orange along portions of their bodies. Rumors and mysteries abound about whether the gargoyles were alive or not. On more than one occasion, Devin had felt eyes on him when he visited the council building. Once, he swore that one had changed position. Due to the height of the tower, though, he couldn't be sure. "Is that where we'll receive our ID?" "Yes, Reina, for citizenship. The other side of the ID is done at one of the two guilds -- those two buildings there." To their right was one of the H-shaped buildings they had seen from the hill. A weathered sign hung above a smudged glass window: Merchant Guild Headquarters. Approaching it, she realized it was more storage than an office building. Surrounding the many multi-story warehouses were colossal wind and watermills powering equally immense cranes. "It's a very impressive building," Reina observed. "It is. The merchant guild handles distribution orders of raw materials to the various artisans and tradesmen around the districts. The craftsman guild is on the south end. They manage the exports of finished goods to places outside the city. "Reina, pull the wagon around to the side unloading dock. I'm just going to step inside and let them know we have cargo to unload." "Ok, herd-made." Azalea sprawled on Reina's back. "This place is amazing, isn't it? I haven't even seen a fraction of it, and I feel exhausted." "It certainly does feel a bit overwhelming," Reina remarked. Amidst the flurry of activity, Azalea noticed two beady red eyes peeking at them from between two crates. She sat up to get a better look, but several people passed by blocking her gaze, and by the time they crossed, the mysterious eyes were gone. "Reina, what would you say if I said someone was watching us?" "I'd say there have been many people staring at us since we arrived. You know we are a rarity in these parts. Was this particular person different in some way?" "I guess not, though I couldn't really see anything but their eyes." "Probably just a curious townsperson wanting a look." Devin returned a few minutes later. "We can leave the wagon. They'll send someone to unload it later. Shall we walk?" Azalea jumped to the ground, strutting a few steps before exaggeratedly heaving for air." I disapprove of this suggestion," she joked, acting silly. Devin scooped her up, cuddling her. "The view under your dress is much better when you're flying, anyway." Azalea did a little twirl in the air. "And when you're tired, then you are always welcome to ride on me." "I can? I know something I'd love to ride someday," She said in a husky voice. "One day, my little nymph." He kissed her forehead and put her on Reina's back. "I'll unharness you, Reina." After grabbing their belongings, they retraced their steps, arriving back at the thronged shopping district. There, they altered their course and made their way counter-clockwise around the city. "This area looks different than the other, life-mate, even though it's the same street," Azalea observed. "Different neighborhoods have their own unique flare to them. Also helps to differentiate where you are. This one likes to feature lit lanterns and colored paper streamers over the street. Gives it a warm, inviting ambiance." With Devin leading the way, they zigzagged their way through back alleys and disorienting pathways, arriving at the more subdued edge of the manufacturing district. Making a final turn, they arrived at a dead end. Eroded brick and vines ornamented a heavily-knotted walnut door. A faded metal sign read: Owl Things Potionary. "Is that supposed to be a pun, life-mate?" "Yes, it was all I could come up with." "You came up with it?" "This Is where my alchemist friend lives. She couldn't think of a name, so I offered some suggestions." "Maybe we can persuade her to change it," chuckled Azalea. "I'm not a spur of the moment type of thinker," Devin admitted and shrugged. "Just a heads up, my friend has had a secluded upbringing, so she talks and acts a little; odd." At that, Devin reached for the handle. The hinges complained loudly as he nudged it open. They stepped into the dimly-lit room, and his nose was assaulted by the familiar, pungent scent of sulfur, preserving agents, acids, and others he couldn't identify. Long, short tables, covered in a hodge-podge of jars, bottles, beakers, and all manner of tools and apparatuses, ran the room's perimeter. Hanging over a square fire pit were several cauldrons, some bubbling actively and others slowly simmering. Azalea was the first to notice a figure standing at one of the tables, looking very engrossed in their work. Tugging at Devin's collar, she pointed to the corner. "Life-mate, " Upon hearing an unexpected voice, the figure spun its head backward. Azalea nearly fell off Devin's shoulder in surprise at the unnatural movement. The head's body soon joined in facing their way. The odd figure proceeded to walk-hop over to the trio. It was a rather cute-looking motion until they tripped over their long robe in the process, landing face down on the floor. Springing back up, they closed the distance, in the same manner, as if nothing had happened. Stopping within a comfortable, conversational distance, they pushed their hood back. Two wide, piercing eyes blinked at them from within a feathery, saucer-shaped face. The short, little boreal owlchemist adjusted her brass magnifiers. She rummaged through her apron pockets, bulging with corked beakers, bundles of dried herbs, and other paraphernalia. She pulled out a worn notebook, glancing at it. With an earnest voice, seemingly at odds with her expressionless face, she stated: "It has been 30 days, 12 hours, and, " she glanced at a wall clock, "7 minutes since the Young Patron last visited. This one is joyful you have returned safe." Bobbing her head curiously at Reina and Azalea, she fluffed her white and brown feathers, exemplifying a very thick physique. "This one's name is Jeni-feather, alumna from Queen's Tundra Academy. Minor field of study: alchemical fluid dynamics. Major field of study: practical applications for golemantic peripherals. Latest hobbies: interactive, experimental studies in cross-species mating, and soon to be Young Patron's semen extractor." "You're gonna be my what?!" Devin asked, startled. Azalea jumped up into the air about to barrage Jeni with questions when Devin grabbed her. "Now hold on Azalea, I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking, but before you start wanting to ask to join in, let me get some clarification." Azalea clamped her hands over her mouth. Devin took a deep breath. "Jeni, would you like to elaborate on what you mean by that and why the sudden change in hobbies? Last time I was here, you were completely infatuated with documenting all of the tiny things you saw under your magnifying device." "Young Patron is not wrong. The recent investigation into the world of things too small to be seen with the naked eye was most curious. The surfaces of many objects, including blood and organisms in water, were insightful, but of particular interest was semen. The variation in smell, the gelatinous consistency, as well as the power to create life, has stirred a particularly strong desire for further academic understanding!" Jeni's statement was accompanied by short motions of her head to look at each of her visitors, but primarily Devin. "Wait; is that why you special-ordered from Gylan's farm?" he exclaimed in realization. "Partially. As the major ingredient for affinity replenishment tinctures, funds are needed to subsist during the interim until this one can collect her own samples to further her hobby. As the second most trusted and only male friend, this one has chosen Young Patron as the primary donor," she declared matter-of-factly. Devin mouth hung open, speechless. Jeni continued, "But this one lacks the necessary knowledge to extract such a precious substance, so this one has attended establishments and gleaned material about human courtship to learn human's complicated mating rituals. She has practiced with her egg hole almost every night to learn skills and techniques she is certain Young Patron will find pleasing during the extraction process. "In order to encourage Young Patron's participation, this one listened to lectures from professors in the oratory arts of human romance and attended interactive lessons in order to better learn efficient methods for extraction." Azalea, no longer able to contain herself, blurted out, "Hi, Miss Feath, " "Jeni," she cut in. "Young Patron's companions may call this one Jeni." "Jeni, my name is Azalea, and this is Reina! I, too, am very interested in the study of interspecies mating! I'd love to hear more about what you learned!" Jeni, pleased that another was interested in her research, hopped closer. "Choices for establishments were based on popularity and strictly-human participants. At first, this one was given many strange looks, possibly due to being the only demi-human attending." "A few of the patrons inquired as to this one's purpose for being there. After informing them, she received several solicitations for assistance from several males, but they were ultimately declined as this one was interested only in observation and note-taking." "Further prompting and encouragement finally led this one to accept the offers for extra samples. The process was disagreeable, though, and led this one to theorize that human males have poor hand-eye coordination as they kept expelling their semen all over this one's feathers instead of the collection vials." Devin sighed. "So, in short, you listened to licentious bardic songs to learn how humans have sex and then went to a brothel known for orgies and got tricked into being covered in strangers' semen." Jeni nodded. Azalea had pulled her notebook out from somewhere and was rapidly drawing rough sketches of the scenes as she imagined them. "What else did you learn?" she asked excitedly. Jeni blinked several times, searching her memory for a response to Azalea's question. "This one was startled by the extensive number of positions humans possess for mating as well as made confused over the particular appreciation given to the fatty lumps female mammals possess on their chests." Jeni stared at Reina's and even Azalea's more-than-modest bosoms. Placing her wings against what appeared to be a very voluminous and pillowy chest, she applied a little pressure on her feather down, deflating the trapped air. "This one does not possess such an attribute. Additional observation of a large percentage of the participating males indicated a preference to insert their breeding rod into the excretory hole in addition to the breeding hole. This one theorizes that her egg-hole might be viewed as superior as it is multipurpose and can satisfy both desires at once!" she posited, sounding strangely proud of this theoretical revelation. "The recollection even now makes this one salivate from her lower hole in intellectual curiosity." As if to drive home the point, she spun around, lifted her tail high in the air, and pushed aside her downy feathers revealing a tightly-closed cloaca. "Jeni, you might just be aroused?" suggested Reina. Devin stared at her wrinkled opening. From between her legs, Jeni's unabashed expression was ascertaining his reaction. "This one is ready to collect Young Patron's samples at any time." "Jeni, aren't you embarrassed in front of strangers?" Devin asked. "This one can smell the arousal from little Azalea, and Reina's body language suggests she is shocked but not averse to observing more." Devin looked at Reina, who shrugged bashfully. "Does Young Patron not like this one's egg hole?" "No; I mean, yes; I mean, it's a very beautiful shade of pink." "This one has read of distant lands where spectacles are performed for those who wish to see the egg-laying process. This one is more than willing to present a close-up example of how it is done in exchange for Young Patron's samples." Devin was losing this battle and quite a bit of his composure when Azalea flew to the floor, landing between Jeni's legs. She admired the inviting orifice above her head. Looking into Jeni's upside-down face, she offered, "Your egg hole is very pretty." Then she lifted up the leaf covering her own cunt. "Thank you, small one. Your breeding slit is also very aesthetically pleasing." "Might I suggest spreading your hole a little for added motivation?" "This one is unable to due to the limited dexterity of her wings. If this one had an apprentice, " "I'd be more than happy to be your assistant! In fact, I've recently had some experience! May I?" Jeni nodded. Azalea stood on her toes and spread her wide. "She's really tight, life-mate. Such a rosy color, not quite wet enough, but that shouldn't be hard to fix!" Devin, by now, had his face firmly applied to his palm. "Azalea, Jeni, we have many errands to run before nightfall. Maybe we should continue this at a later time?" coaxed Reina. "Yes," they both said in unison. Azalea reluctantly stepped away, and Jeni put her tail down and turned around. "This one, as per previous arrangement, ordered the mating secretions and milk from a female sheepgirl and a satyr male." Devin handed her the wooden box containing her order. Lifting the lid, she extracted the phial of semen and vials of pre-cum. Then she pushed her goggles down and held them up to the light. "These are most adequate. This one thanks you for your continued patronage and is glad for your support in furthering her livelihood." She pulled out a small purse. "Ten vols, as per the current market price." Devin took the square coinage and remarked, "You know you are more than welcome, Jeni." He pulled the little owl in a warm embrace. "It was good seeing you again. We have another appointment, so we must be off." Jeni didn't let go. "Thi, this one would like to request another order." "Of the same thing?" "This one requests an order of mermaid caviar." "Coastal goods, huh? Sure. Any time limit?" "No time restraints." "Alright. I'll be heading up there in a few weeks," he said. Jeni squeezed harder, looking like she desperately wanted to say something but hesitating to vocalize the words for a few moments. "This one would like to inquire how long Young Patron and company is going to remain in the city." "Maybe about three weeks," Devin replied. "Has reservations been made at any place of lodging?" "Not yet." "Is everything all right, Jeni?" asked Azalea. "This one rarely interacts with others and has a strong desire to offer you lodging until you are ready to leave," she blurted out. Devin looked at Reina, who smiled and nodded. Azalea hovered behind Jeni, nodding enthusiastically as she stroked the feathery head. "Alright, we'll try not to get too much in the way." Jeni's eyes lit up. "This one will be a good host and will prepare rooms for everyone." He added to her head pats. She closed her eyes, relishing the affection. "We do have another appointment. Can we leave our bags here?" Jeni held out her wings. They all handed over the bags they wouldn't need in town. Struggling to carry the load, Jeni waddled over to an open corner of her work table and set their things down. "We'll be back," Devin announced. Leaving Jeni's, the trio headed northwest toward the entertainment district. "Your friend is so cute and has the most interesting hobbies, life-mate!" "I'm sure she would be happy to hear you say that. She doesn't get much of a chance to share her interests with others. She was adopted by an eccentric golemancer who shunned the public, so her only friends growing up were golems he had created. Mavis and I met her when we were younger. She was insatiably curious about the world, very observant and quiet, but when she did talk, she lacked any tact or delicacy when conversing with people. She didn't do it maliciously; she just lacked experience. Mavis devoted herself to helping her acclimate to society as best she could. She left for academy a few years after I became an independent merchant, so we lost contact until she returned and opened up her shop." "She seemed rather insistent we stay with her. Is she lonely, life-mate? Why not bring her with us on our journeying?" "Several reasons, really. She's well-established here and has a successful business. While being a traveling merchant is a lot of sitting, the stress of traveling in all kinds of weather and unforeseen circumstances does take a toll. She doesn't have the strongest constitution, so it would be hard on her. Most importantly, she has her dream of creating her own golem." "Is that hard to do?" "I don't know the details, but the materials needed are not cheap. Actually building it, I hear, can take years or even decades. She wouldn't be able to accomplish that if she traveled around with us. I do feel bad that I can't be around more often to spend time with her," Devin admitted. "How about we do something fun with her while we are here?" Azalea proposed. "Like what?" asked Reina. Azalea rested her chin on her hand. "I don't know. I'll think of something." "Returning to the rest of our errands, are we going to see Mavis now, herd-mate?" "Yes, her office should be about twenty minutes from here." "Which way?" "Turn right and head north." With the exception of Reina, the trio had a chance to stretch their legs and wings. The clumped groups of stores and endless throngs of people became more sparse as they went farther north. The road and walkways became cleaner and spacious houses, decadent with costly cedar and intricate engravings, lined the more expansive streets. "Is this the right district, herd-mate?" "Yes. Locals humorously divide it up into two sections: the quiet and the loud. The quiet area is where the affluent live -- government officials and other high rankers in society -- and the loud area is coming up." Passing under a nondescript archway, lively music and laughter drifted through the air. "Oh! Musicians!" cried Azalea. "And a great many street performers," added Reina. Humans and Demi-humans, dressed in colorful regalia, gathered around the many entertainers and food stalls lining the streets, enjoying the gaiety and festivities. Azalea looked around, a bit mystified. "Mavis works here, mate?" "Yes. That building in the distance." Devin stopped and pointed up to a spire of white and blue that rose five stories above them. On each level were small porches with doors, similar to the residences they had seen earlier. They approached the tower and entered a set of double doors, triggering a sharp ringing to announce their entrance. Inside, smartly-dressed foot couriers were sorting through boxes and letters. "Why are they all wearing different colored uniforms, herd-mate?" "To differentiate between the delivery categories: blue and white is for regular mail, yellow with purple trim for express, and purple with yellow trim is for priority. For a slightly higher fee, express is a favorite option. Only a handful of applicants qualify for the last one." "Doesn't Mavis wear those colors?" asked Reina. "Yes, she does. To be ranked a priority deliverer, a large degree of trust and discreteness is required. Most of the items being delivered by these few are very costly or rare items that require speed and special care to get to their destination." "Mavis doesn't seem like a discreet type of person." "Despite her very airy behavior, she takes her job quite seriously. She is one of the elite delivery harpies who has never lost or been late delivering a package." Devin stepped up to the front desk. Without looking up, a stern old-looking looking secretary with tired eyes requested, "Send or receive?" "Appointment," was Devin's response. Pausing her wax sealing, she looked up over her glasses. "With who?" "Mavis Ebonplume." "And you are?" "Devin Ebonplume. Brother." She looked him up and down dubiously. Devin held out his ID car, anticipating the need. She shook her head and directed, "Top floor; NOT the roof; room E20." "Thank you." Heading to a circular staircase on their left, Reina tentatively put a hoof on the first step. "Can this support me?" "It should be able to. There are certain standards for civic buildings to allow accessibility for all types of demi-humans, including the four-footed ones." She added more weight, still tentative. When nothing happened, she slowly took several more steps. "Seems alright." Without any incident, they arrived on the fifth floor. Searching for Mavis' office, they found it near the northeast side. Devin knocked, but not hearing an answer, he pushed open the door. That yielded a surprisingly organized room, aside from a pile of clothes in the corner, void of Mavis. As Devin stepped in, Mavis was exiting a co-worker's office down the hallway. Seeing Reina standing in her office doorway, she sidled up to her, and gave her a quick hug. Motioning for her to be quiet, she snuck up behind Devin as he turned around. Giving a cry of joy, she jumped into his arms. As he grabbed her shapely thighs, in surprise, to support the sudden weight that landed on him, she wrapped her wings around him. Then she tilted his head back and locked her luscious lips over his. Making good on her promise from when she had met them on the road. A firm tongue requested access to his mouth. Knowing it would be futile to resist, he granted her access. Their tongues danced around one another as her familiar scent washed over him, conjuring nostalgic memories of sad times when he was alone, and her family took him in, of happy times when she complimented his cooking, and even of confusing times when he was unsure what her underlying feelings were, under all the teasing. Mavis broke the kiss. Their breaths were heavy as they stared at each other. She normally wore her mask and armor of confidence and self-sufficiency well, and she had the talent and foresight to back it up, but the mask slipped ever so slightly. Giving him pause, her sharp ruby eyes showed concern. The way her wings grasped him as if she wanted something of him but was afraid he would disappear at the mention of it reminded him of a similar time thirteen years ago, when he was eighteen, and she had turned twenty one. She was procrastinating on certain life decisions. Her parents and family were putting pressure on her about her future, but the feather that finally broke the harpie's back was the suddenness of her first egg-laying. As far as Devin could remember, that was the first time she had shown him that his older sister, while much less than most people, sometimes wanted someone to just be there and to know that he had her back when she needed it. Surprised by how intently he was looking at her, as if reading her thoughts, she released him and straightened her hat. The mask was firmly back in place. "Now that's a proper family greeting," she cooed. Azalea flew up, twiddling her thumbs, "Um, can I have one too?" "Of course, my new little-sister-in-mischievousness." Parting her lips, she let Azalea take the lead. Her tiny tongue lapped happily at Mavis'. The kiss didn't last nearly as long as with Devin, but Azalea was happy, nonetheless, at feeling included. "I originally started this to tease Devin, but maybe we should make it a family tradition," she laughed. "Well, that's two of three." She turned her attention to Reina out of politeness at not excluding her. Believing her being shy and more reserved than Azalea and that she would turn her down, she was taken aback when Reina actually nodded shyly. It wasn't often Mavis was thrown off her game. She stepped toward the tall Whitehorn, unsure how to proceed. Reina bent down. Their kiss was tentative at first, letting their lips feel each other out. As they warmed to each other, Mavis prodded with her tongue, looking for Reina's comfortability limit. Soon, the two women were going at it passionately. Azalea had recovered and flapped up to her usual perch on Devin's shoulder. "I didn't expect Reina to actually do it, too. That's actually pretty hot." "I wasn't, either. I think she'd show a formidable personality if she were just a bit more assertive." "I do love the shy, passive Reina, but if she ever wants to do anything to me, I'm totally letting her." "Once she becomes fully comfortable with you, she might just do that." The Whitehorn and harpy finally came up for air somewhat reluctantly. They let the feeling linger a second before pulling away from each other. "It's very rare when someone can get me hot and bothered, my dear. You certainly know how to kiss!" "This was only my third time." "Really? Must be a natural talent. Who was your first?" "Herd-mate." "And your second?" "Azalea." "I'm glad to see you three are getting along so well, but enough playing. We should probably get to the business at hand, or Devin might chastise me for taking work too lightly again." She winked at him. She went to her desk. Sitting down, she opened a drawer and withdrew a scrap of parchment. Then she handed it to Devin, pulled out a small pouch of what sounded like money, and set it on the desk. Devin scanned the note. "This says they would like to discuss the possibility of me being a broker for a long-distance trade negotiation between two parties, and they would like to discuss the details over dinner at Whitegold." Mavis pushed the bag toward him. "What's this?" Devin queried, making no motion to take the pouch. "A foreshadowing of what kind of profit this deal could lead to. Also, since the meeting place requires you to dress up, a reimbursement for formal clothing." "What's wrong, life-mate?" "Few things are scarier to a merchant than money given before a job is finished." Mavis pulled the drawstring

Amazons Defeated by Kung Fu Master, disguised as a sexy witch. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Shelonda & Don defeated the Amazon tribal sisters, and gained the release of Toshia. "I don't like this plan, Don," Nicole had said. "I don't want to see any more killing." "Neither do I," Don replied. "We're going to do everything we can to avoid seriously hurting anyone. How much first aid do they teach pre-med students?" [[MORE]] The answer had been not much, but Nicole had been a girl scout and knew some rudiments. So, she was assigned the role of medic for the rescue mission. "There it is!" Don said, pointing ahead to where he could just see the old ruined castle poking up out of the forest. "Let's find someplace to land not too far from it." In another minute, responding to Amy's mental commands, the carpet settled down in a small clearing just a short, wooded distance from the castle's gate. Don, Shelonda and Nicole disembarked – Nicole quite eagerly – and Amy had the carpet carry her back up into the sky. Amy had her instructions. She hadn't liked the thought of being left out of the main action, but had eventually accepted Don's reasoning. At the very least, if Don's plan didn't work, they wouldn't all be captured. With Don taking the lead, the three on the ground set off through the forest toward the castle of the Sisterhood. It was only a short walk before they came to another, much larger, clearing in front of the gate of the castle. The gate itself was very old, mostly of wood and actually in surprisingly good condition. It had two valves, and the one on the right was standing open. Two women were there, apparently on guard, though they had placed their spears against the wall and were practicing what looked like crude judo take-downs. Don and the others got half way across the clearing to them before either of them noticed. "Hey! Who the hell are you?" said one, a tall woman with short, jet-black hair. To her credit, her partner, a shorter blonde with longer hair, immediately went to grab both spears and took the opportunity to give a high-pitched whistle through the open gate. "I'm Don, and this is my student Shelonda and our medical assistant Nicole," Don said amiably as he continued to approach the castle. "Medical assistant?" the guard asked as her companion brought her spear. "To help if anyone gets injured." "OK, that's far enough," the guard said as she leveled her spear at Don's chest, "or you're going to get injured permanently." Don frowned a little at that. He actually suspected that the XYZ would help his, or anyone's, body repair any injury short of death, but he didn't bother to explain this to the dark-haired woman. Instead he said, "We're here to collect our friend, who we believe has been a guest of the Sisterhood for the last few days." "Oh you are, are you?" said a voice from above the gate. Don looked up to see a beautiful woman with long black hair spilling over her shoulders and her armor standing on the battlements over the gate. She certainly seemed to have the regal bearing that would go along with leading the Sisterhood. He decided at that moment that this woman would respond better to a particular approach – one of individual dominance. "I am," Don nodded. "She became separated from us, and has been here. I would be grateful if you returned her." "And if I don't?" asked the woman, confirming Don's guess as to her role in the Sisterhood. "Then I'll have to make you," Don smiled. The woman laughed derisively, and then said, "Kill him, and take the women." Without hesitation, the two guards drew back to thrust at Don with their spears. Before they could attack though, his staff came up and spun around in a clean arc through the place where the black-haired one's head had been, carrying her down into a crumpled heap on the ground where she lay unconscious. Immediately, Don reversed the momentum of his staff, batting the blonde's spear aside, and then brought the other end of the staff around to strike the woman's knee hard enough to buckle her leg painfully in the wrong direction. She cried out in pain before Don stretched her on the ground with a blow to the head. The entire exchange had taken less than three seconds. Don held up his left hand to the half dozen warrior women who had by now come through the gate and who were ready to charge him. "We do not want to fight the Sisterhood," he said in a loud, calm voice. "We only want our friend, Toshia, who is here in your castle. Give her to us and Nicole here will tend to these good women and we will be on our way. If you do not give her to us, though, I must challenge your leader to personal combat." "We do not stoop to fight with men," one of the women in front of Don sneered. She was a big redhead with a spray of freckles across her face. "That sounds like cowardice to me," Don smiled back at her. "Take them down," the woman on the wall ordered. At once, the six women, led by the freckled redhead, charged Don and the girls. Don's hypothesis was that the XYZ was supercharging more than just their sex drives, and that if he and Shelonda deliberately sought to direct their energies into good kung fu they would be nearly unstoppable fighting machines. Moreover, he had repeatedly noticed the flexible nature of Eros, in that what a focused mind wanted often made itself available. Don and Shelonda were now throwing themselves into the fray, letting the XYZ course through their veins and expecting the world to bend itself to their will. They leapt higher, dodged faster, and hit harder than seemed humanly possible. In addition, they had a particular advantage thanks to the Wizard; their staffs had been enchanted. Though they were still the light, flexible staffs Don and Shelonda had brought from the Manor, they were now, for all intents and purposes, unbreakable, and struck with a force much greater than normal. There were additional abilities as well, but they were trying to hold back on those, both to keep at least one of them in reserve as a surprise and because they really didn't want to severely injure anyone. It only took a minute or so before all six of the sisters were lying on the ground around Don and Shelonda, either unconscious or groaning in pain. Nicole quickly began moving about them, checking for broken bones and beginning to bandage ankles and knees. "So," Don called to the rest of the Sisterhood, who by now were gathered outside the gate or along the walls, "you will not stoop to fight a man, but you will stoop to attacking us three to one. That's very brave. I'm quite impressed." "I'll take you one-on-one, little man," said a muscular woman with short brown hair. "When I'm done with you, I'll fuck your ass with that staff of yours." "Always the ass, eh, Wanda?" said a woman from the crowd. Wanda laughed and stepped forward hefting a good sized battle axe in her strong hands. Don smiled at her, "If you're nice, maybe I'll fuck your ass with my 'staff' before I'm done with you." The women seemed to like this and laughed at and with Wanda. Though she didn't really seem to mind the teasing, Wanda chose this moment to charge Don. It was a clumsy attack, and Don had no trouble slipping out of the way. His staff flew around and smacked Wanda hard on the butt. He thought the force of her charge would require a few more steps before she could turn, but Wanda surprised him by spinning tightly and swinging her axe across at his mid-section. Don sprang back in time, but only just. With impressive speed, she changed the direction of the axe, swept it up and then arcing down at Don's head. Rather than dodging though, Don stepped in and threw his staff up in both hands, to catch the axe haft as it came down. Neither staff nor axe gave way, as Don expected, though Wanda was surprised that the axe hadn't continued right through the apparently more flimsy staff. Don took advantage of her surprise by kicking her very hard in the crotch. Though this didn't have exactly the same effect it might have on a male, it still hurt, and Wanda winced and pulled back. Don pressed the attack, spinning his staff in a withering barrage of strikes aimed at Wanda's head. While she was able to successfully block each strike, Don was able to throw her off balance enough that he was able to slip in close and punch her sharply in the gut. With a loud "Oof!" Wanda doubled over, leaving herself open to a decisive rap on the skull that laid her out on the ground. There was a small burst of applause, abruptly cut off, as Don turned to look over the gathered sisters with a cheerful yet derisive smile. He was less astounded by his speed and strength than he was by his endurance; he was barely breathing hard. "Anyone else want to do your leader's fighting for her?" "You're pretty good with that stick," said a beautiful, tall blonde wearing her hair in braids, as she stepped forward. She was wearing a blue sleeveless tunic hanging down almost to her knees and cinched at the waist, leather wrist bands and sandals laced up the length of her calves. She had all the beauty of Nordic women and a muscular build that indicated both strength and speed. She also seemed to be smiling at Don with genuine good nature. She asked, "Can you measure up without a weapon?" Don nodded and said, "Let's find out." He tossed his staff to Shelonda and bowed to the blonde, adding, "I'm Don." "Brigit," she nodded. Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had just given any attentive spectators a good demonstration of his basic fighting style. This gave Brigit a possible advantage. She certainly had the fire of intelligence burning in her eyes, so Don assumed she had an actual advantage. As a result of these thoughts he did not rush in to attack her, though a fast step in and side-kick was usually a good move in this kind of situation. He relaxed his shoulders, slowed his breathing, and waited for Brigit to make the first move. Brigit eyed Don calmly as she began to circle him. He noted that she had her hands raised and open, suggesting that she might be a grappler. Though she was ordinarily someone he might enjoy grappling, Don had little taste for wrestling as a form of combat. He was out-massed by the big woman; speed, agility and determination were his assets, two-thirds of which would be sacrificed in a clinch. He turned as she moved, eventually turning his back on the bulk of the Sisterhood. Don actually thought they were too caught up in the fun of watching the fight to actually interfere, and he was sure Shelonda would alert him if someone made an unsporting move. Rather than attack him, the sisters were taunting both Brigit and him, telling them to get on with it. Finally, Brigit did just that, taking a few quick steps in Don's direction, but he only danced back laughing. She came in again, this time faster and swinging her right fist in a roundhouse. Don had bounced back, though, and to his left. Before she could readjust, he landed two quick blows on her right side. It felt like he'd punched a wall. Brigit rounded on him, but he had already skipped back out of the way. Her smile suggested that his punches hadn't made much of an impression. Don didn't mind that; he was still sizing her up. She came in fast again, but Don could tell she was a bit hesitant; expecting him to evade her she was holding back. Don responded by closing the distance between them. He blocked the blow she aimed at the left side of his head with his forearm and simultaneously punched straight ahead at her nose. There was a satisfying crunching sound as his fist connected. Don didn't leave his fist out there long, but snapped it back in time to block the punch she threw at the right side of his head. If he'd been slower, Brigit's right-left combination would certainly have knocked him senseless; the woman was certainly powerful. He brought his knee up and quickly snapped his heel into Brigit's gut, pushing the two of them apart again. Brigit's nose was bleeding profusely, and she wasn't smiling any more. Don had to admit that this bout wasn't turning out as playfully as he'd hoped. He thought he'd give the sister a moment to wipe some of the blood off her face, but she came at him again. This time, she tried to close faster and punch straight at him. Don dropped low, under her reach and hit her in the side again, this time much harder. They passed each other and turned, but Brigit took the opportunity to swing her fist back-handed at Don's head. He only pulled back far enough to take the blow on his cheek. The force of the impact knocked him to the side a bit and he tasted his own blood. Brigit came at him quickly, and Don had to backpedal and block furiously to avoid getting seriously hurt. Finally he was able to strike upward with the heel of his hand at Brigit's chin. Her head snapped back and she stumbled backward. Don sprang forward, taking two steps and then was high in the air, his foot snapped around with blinding speed and Brigit's head twisted to the side. Don and Brigit landed on the ground at the same time, he lightly on his feet and she heavily on her back. As the crowd of women cheered in spite of themselves, Don knelt quickly to make sure that Brigit was still breathing. Nicole hurried up to check as well. Before they could say a word to each other, Brigit opened her eyes and said, "Damn! That was fast." Don smiled down at her, touched his cheek which was already red and starting to swell, and said, "It was an honor, ma'am." "Next time, I'm going to kick your ass, you know." "I'll look forward to it," he grinned. "Enough!" a familiar voice barked over the hubbub at the gate. Don looked up to see that the beautiful sister who had been talking to him from the wall had come down to the gate. Since she was smart enough to lead this group of strong-willed women, Don figured she must realize her predicament. If she had the other women attack Don she would appear weak, even if they succeeded in defeating Shelonda and him, which some of them must now be thinking was no sure thing. If she handed over Toshia she would appear weak. If she just shut the gates on them and let them go away she would appear weak. In fact, if she did anything other than fight him she would appear weak and her authority would be undermined. Bullies were so easy to manipulate, Don thought. Of course, she must now see that there was a very good chance that she would be beaten by Don, which would be no less a disaster, at least from her perspective. She came out in front of the small crowd of women, wearing a metallic breast plate that still managed to show off some cleavage, a skirt of chainmail, metal greaves and bracers. Her midriff was impractically bare, though Don certainly didn't mind that. Her jet black hair had now been pulled back into a long ponytail. Don thought she was staggeringly beautiful, and the haughty attitude only made her more appealing for some reason. In her hand was a gleaming long sword in particularly good condition. "You fight well for a man," she sneered. Don, who had stood up, bowed a little in acknowledgement. "I give you the opportunity to go in peace." "We will gladly do so if you return our friend to us," Don answered. "We will not give you what is rightfully ours." "Rightfully yours?" Nicole interjected indignantly. "Hush," Don said quietly. Then, back to the leader of the Sisterhood, "We will not leave without her." "Very well," she nodded. "I will make you submit to me, or you will die." "Or you will submit to me," Don smiled easily. "I do not submit to men," she spat. "Not to men, perhaps, but you will to me." She scowled at him angrily, obviously unused to such impertinence. Finally she said, "I will not fight you here; the ground is littered with your sparring partners. Come inside and fight me in our courtyard. No one but me will harm you." Don nodded his acceptance, and turned to take his staff back from Shelonda, who took the opportunity to say, "I don't know, Don, she looks mean." "Yeah, she does, doesn't she?" he grinned. As the three of them approached the gate the sisters made way for them, and Nicole said, "Just remember, I don't have any bandages big enough for sword wounds." They were led to an open area inside the castle where the sisters obviously worked out and practiced with their weapons. Some of the sisters and some smaller, obviously less assertive women quickly dragged various bags and targets out of the way, clearing the space for the impending duel. The other sisters climbed up on ledges and walls around the courtyard to make sure they had a good view. Don noticed that Brigit and Wanda were able to come in and take their places on a crumbled section of wall. There were a number of doorways leading into the courtyard, and, opposite the point where they'd entered, a set of broad stone stairs led to another open area, where a bunch of chairs were arranged. As soon as everything had been cleared from the area sufficiently, the leader of the sisters took her place near the center of the courtyard, and said, "If you need a sword, Brigit can lend you hers." "No, that's alright; I wouldn't want to take a chance on cutting that beautiful body of yours," Don smiled easily, as if he was flirting with someone at the local coffee shop. "I assure you I have no such reservations about cutting yours." "I think that's a lie... What's your name, by the way?" Don began to slowly walk toward her across the open ground, his staff in his right hand. "Daphne," she snapped. "What do you mean 'you think that's a lie'?" "Well, you might just be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure you don't really want to hurt me." "Oh," she laughed, "you're quite wrong." Don shook his head a little, and said, "No, I don't think I am. I think you're starting to think it would be nice if I beat you and carried you off somewhere and ravished you." "How dare you!" "I'll bet it's been a very long time since you were well and properly ravished." "What in the world makes you think I'd have the slightest interest in being ravished by anyone like you?" "The fact that you've let me get this close to you," Don smiled. He was only a foot away from her. Close enough to see her blue eyes quite clearly enough to read the surprise and then anger in them. "You bastard!" she hissed and leapt back, simultaneously bringing her sword up and around in a blinding arc. Don laughed as he skipped back, temporarily out of range. Daphne followed though, spinning her sword in a furiously fast series of arcs in front of her. "That's fancy," Don nodded, "but I can do it too." He began to spin his staff in a figure-eight motion covering his front and sides. Snarling, Daphne leapt in and swung, counting on her steel blade to cut or bash its way through Don's screen. Instead the sword glanced off, and Don effortlessly reversed the staff's direction to hit Daphne's exposed side. As before, the staff's enchantments imparted greater force than the momentum Don provided would indicate. Cursing under her breath, Daphne snapped her blade around in an arc aimed directly at Don's head. Twisting quickly, Don brought his much lighter weapon up in time to block the strike, catching the blade in the middle of the staff between Don's hands. There was the briefest pause when it was clear to Daphne that her sword should have broken the staff. Don smiled and said, "Yeah, that's not going to happen, my dear." "Is your head unbreakable?" she asked, and then quickly snapped her blade around, over her head, to slash at Don from the opposite side. Don blocked this easily, though the edge of her sword was only inches from his scalp. Apparently unconcerned, Don let Daphne wear herself out with a series of strong, fast cuts that he blocked almost casually. When it seemed that she might be slowing down, but before she could change her tactics on her own, Don changed his. He dropped low, into a proper low stance, letting her sword whistle by high over his head, and drove the end of his staff hard into Daphne's belly. He followed this by sweeping the staff at her shapely legs. He managed to catch one and threw it out from under her. Off balance from this double assault, Daphne stumbled backward. Don pursued her, pressing his advantage. It was Daphne's turn to retreat and parry. Three times Don managed to hit her, once more in the gut, once hard across the arm, leaving a bright red mark, and once a glancing blow to the head, which left a slight gash and a smear of blood. This last hit seemed to irritate Daphne more than the others and she launched into another enthusiastic offensive, which was actually rather successful. She managed to leave a shallow cut along Don's left shoulder and actually achieved a solid hit on Don's right shin, which would have crippled him if he hadn't been wearing his shin guards, fresh from the Wizard's wardrobe. Pausing slightly in surprise or anger, Daphne let Don get close enough that he struck out with the heel of his hand, hitting her hard in the center of her chest just above her chest plate where it showed off her cleavage. Daphne gasped and stumbled back again, this time backing up until she tripped a bit on the steps at her back. To her credit, Daphne recovered quickly, stepped up on the stairs, and had her sword at the ready in the second it took Don to launch his next offensive. He drove her up the stairs until she was on the level with the chairs. He heard the sisters clamoring behind him to keep the fight in view. There was a brief exchange during which the tip of Daphne's sword scratched over the surface of Don's chest armor, Don's staff cracked Daphne's right thigh hard enough to make her cry out and then to favor that leg, and a sword blow which was deflected by Don's bracer scored a bloody wound on the back of his left forearm. Don seemed not to notice the two wounds he had sustained, and continued to drive Daphne back toward the chairs behind her. When she came up against one she had to devote a minute bit of attention to keeping her balance and maneuvering around these obstacles, and this minor distraction provided Don with the chance to strike her right wrist hard enough to make her drop her sword. As the blade clattered to the stone floor, Don dropped his staff, and closed in. Kicking the chair behind her away, Daphne was just barely able to twist aside to avoid the kick Don aimed at her midsection. She got her hands and guard up fast enough to deflect the series of blows he aimed at her head, and then gave him a fast jab which connected with his brow just above his left eye. Moving in, pushing her back further, Don ignored the blood that ran down past his eye, and threw a furious combination of punches and knee strikes at Daphne. Then, suddenly, Daphne was falling backward into a big hole in the floor that Don had only barely noticed. A bit surprised, he still managed to catch her right wrist, but, rather than allowing him to catch her fall, this only meant that he was pulled down with her. Together they landed on what seemed to be a very large, thick mattress. Don landed on top of Daphne, though he was able to brace himself on impact so that he didn't crush her too much. There was a moment when he was able to take in the surroundings – there were bars around the mattress, surprised, naked men looking in at them from the other side, a battered old mirror, and apparently freshly laundered red sheets – before Daphne began to struggle to push him off her. Don was done playing with her, though. He caught her beautiful throat in his left hand and squeezed just a little. Looking down into her livid face, he smiled and said, "Now, that's enough. I won and you know it." Daphne spat at him, and he tightened his grip a bit. Don shoved his leg between hers and used his position and leverage to push her strong thighs apart. Reaching down with his right hand, he pushed his palm up along the inside of her leg, under her chainmail skirt. Sure enough, when he got there, he found her already very wet. Don chuckled a little and a drop of blood from his forehead dripped onto her cheek. As he stroked her moist lips, she continued to struggle but not very convincingly – at least not to Don or to her. He smiled and asked, "Still going to say you're not interested?" "I goddamn hate you!" she insisted. Then Don pushed his fingers up inside her and she groaned a little in the bottom of her throat. "I don't think that's the same thing," Don smirked as he began to work his fingers in and out of her, cupping his hand over her sex, palm rubbing against her clit. He was aware that the men were watching them and that the sisters had gathered around the opening through which Don and Daphne had fallen. What they saw was a combination of Don pinning Daphne to the mattress while he roughly handled her and Daphne sort of struggling while clearly responding to his touch on her. "You've fucking ruined everything, you bastard," she breathed through clenched teeth. "Do you want me to stop?" "Would you stop if I said yes?" she scowled. "No." Daphne closed her eyes again and let a tremor of pleasure pass over her. So quietly that only Don could hear her, she said, "Good." Don pushed his thigh up between her legs, taking the place of his hand against her crotch. As he fumbled at his pants to push them and his cup down to free his already half hard cock, Don leaned down and kissed Daphne. Shocked, she first let him kiss her, then she began to respond, and then she remembered herself and bit at his lip, drawing a bit more blood. Don just laughed and shoved her back into the mattress with the hand around her throat. He knew full well that he wasn't exerting anywhere near enough force to actually hold her down if she really wanted to get out from under him. Then, using his legs and his right hand, Don shoved Daphne's legs apart and settled between them. He shoved her metal skirt up, took his now very hard cock in hand and pushed it down between her legs. Don felt her warm, wet lips embracing his head and then he pushed himself slowly into her. As he filled her tight pussy, he leaned down and said, "You're mine now, Daphne." "I still hate you," she growled even as she was reaching down to grab his ass and pull him into her. "Say it," he said. "I'm yours now," she breathed, "you bastard." Laughing, Don shoved in the rest of the way, feeling his head hitting her cervix. He rocked there for a moment inside her and pressed against her, before pulling almost all the way out and then driving in again. After several such long, deep thrusts, he felt her hand slipping around his neck and then holding the back of his head. Daphne pulled him down to her and kissed him, not grudgingly but passionately, hungrily. They were kissing and biting at each other as his cock slipped in and out of her fiery pussy. Don maintained this steady, slow, deep fucking until he felt Daphne clenching and squeezing on him, gasping around his tongue and lips as she came long and hard. Don pulled back a bit, looking down at her and asked, "Who else has ever beaten you?" "No one," she answered proudly. Don began to fuck in and out of her again, and said, "So there's no reason you should ever bow down to anyone but me, is there?" She smiled up at him, and for the first time the smile seemed completely without malice, "No, there certainly isn't." "I'm glad we had this little chat," he chuckled and began to pump in and out of her with increased vigor. Daphne wrapped her long, strong legs around him and pulled him in closer. Don commenced fucking her hard and fast. He had promised her ravishment and that's what he was delivering. Claiming her body as the rightful prize in their fight, Don took her as his own, pushing himself into her with all the energy he had used to best her in combat. Daphne now gave no appearance of anything but enthusiastic participation. No one watching could have any doubt that she was enjoying every moment of the fucking Don was giving her. When she cried out with her second orgasm, Don felt his own spilling over. He thrust deep into her and filled her with his cum, shuddering and trembling as he spewed his seed deep inside her, claiming her in as intimate a way as he could think of. When Don finally stopped coming, and had caught his breath, he began to look around a bit for the first time since he had begun taking Daphne. Before he could get a good look, though, she pulled his head down and gave him a brief, passionate kiss. When he pulled back to smile down at her, she whispered, "Thank you." "My pleasure," Don smiled warmly at her. For a fleeting moment, he thought it would be fun to stay here with this Amazon queen and rule this little corner of the forest. Then he remembered what he could never fully forget – the need to find Toshia. Withdrawing from Daphne's warm, wet embrace, Don sat back on his haunches. A burst of applause from the men on the other side of the bars around them surprised him. His first instinct was to grin and bow, but he recalled the dynamic he had no interest in undermining and scowled at the men imperiously, and said in a commanding voice, "Don't think any of you have earned the right to disrespect this woman, your mistress." The applause died off immediately. Minotaur Encounters Don stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne's own disheveled and battered state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was dropped down from the open ceiling. When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense, though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne, Nicole and Shelonda didn't explicitly kneel to his authority. "You honor me by your submission, sisters," Don said in a loud voice. "You have fought well and there is no shame in this defeat." Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, "Our friend." Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, "Go fetch the pup." Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, "The pup?" Daphne nodded, "That must be your friend. We didn't bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be ... house broken." Don couldn't help laughing at this. Then he asked, "So, how's that going for you?" Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who seemed rather distraught. Brigit didn't say anything until she came close enough to Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn't be overheard by more than a few people. Then she whispered, "She seems to have run away." "Run away?" Daphne seemed confused at the very possibility. "This girl was coming to find me," Brigit explained. "Apparently .Toshia climbed out a window some time before Don arrived." Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Toshia wouldn't need to be rescued. Daphne saw his smile and said, "There is reason for concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods." "What kind of danger?" Nicole asked. Daphne didn't answer immediately, but said to Brigit, "Get everyone who isn't injured organized into search parties." Then, once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others, "There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the Bull." Chapter 13 The Bull: Toshia has charms to soothe the savage beast. Toshia had almost no experience with large animals. She hadn't grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she shouldn't make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn't have a red cape or anything, but then realized that she didn't even know if that made any sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull. Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Toshia carefully. It had a thick bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur... or was it hair on cows? At the shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though hairier than she had ever seen a black man's body. His thighs started out human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she set aside for the moment. Toshia held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the Minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing. Toshia was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She guessed that the Minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn't work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns, particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns. It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn't run off. Toshia was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved to its cock. Toshia's eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and wondered if there were any she-Minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that's why he's got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating with him. In her sweetest voice she said, "Have you been chasing the girls with that big cock of yours?" The Minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was laughing, and then Toshia was sure he nodded his big head a little. She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn't going to charge her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature's now hard sex. It was as thick as the Player's, but not quite as long. The sight of it was already making Toshia's pussy wet. "I'm not going to run away," she said. The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to work out what Toshia was up to. Moving slowly and carefully, Toshia stepped across the little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found herself unmistakably aroused at the Minotaur's undeniably masculine physique and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina's concerns he didn't seem in the slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her with those deep brown eyes, and Toshia tried to imagine what he was thinking. If he's like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him completely horny. "What about it, big fella," she said in her soft voice, "have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with that?" The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation. Toshia reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at how heavy it was. Toshia brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The Minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch. Toshia had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her, but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now. As her body quickened under the bull-man's touch, Toshia reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands up and down his length. She couldn't get her fingers around it entirely, but she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her grasp. Toshia began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she could do with her body, Toshia was quite determined to get this beautiful thing inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her tongue over his cockhead's slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and smiled happily up at those big brown eyes. "It sure is big," she said, "and so hard. Do you want to fuck me with it?" The nod was unmistakable this time. Toshia laughed and said, "Good, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. You can do that, can't you?" He nodded again. "OK, but how are we going to do this?" Toshia looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be of use, but Toshia thought the best option was probably the simplest. She looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near the stream and said, "Can you pick that up and put it over there near that tree?" The Minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it over to where Toshia stood pointing. "Put it right here," she said. When it was in place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now. Toshia leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did. Toshia looked over her shoulder and said, "How's that?" As if he couldn't believe his luck, the Minotaur carefully reached out to touch Toshia's naked butt. When she didn't scream or run away, he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her cheeks. Toshia pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and said, "Well, don't keep a girl waiting, big fella." There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Toshia could think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She pushed back against him, making the Minotaur completely fill her. "God, that's good!" she exclaimed. His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her. "Yes, that feels so good!" Toshia almost yelled. "Fuck me!" The Minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus plundered Toshia's tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her head. For a moment Toshia imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it -- her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull's head. She would have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this preposterous and incredibly hot scene. "Now that looks like fun!" said a familiar voice from off to Toshia's left. Toshia looked and was completely surprised to see Amy standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute khaki explorer's outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts. She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around in Toshia's mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy's sudden appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn't get scared off. He's still fucking me. So, Toshia decided to go with that thought and respond directly to what Amy had said. "Oh yeah, it is!" she grinned. "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" "That doesn't sound like me, does it?" Amy laughed and quickly began to shed her clothes. Toshia turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she was getting, and pushed herself back on the Minotaur's stiff prick. She found herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy's hands on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Toshia and the tree trunk, kissing Toshia's breasts. Amy's fingers moved down along Toshia's belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Toshia's descent from the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Toshia was coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she came, she continued to push back against the Minotaur's hard body. Then, when she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her. "Oh god, yes, yes," Toshia moaned and then began to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face. "Wow," Amy breathed as she hugged Toshia's naked and sweaty body to her full breast. "Can I have a turn?" Toshia laughed and said, "I'm sure he'd like that." She looked over her shoulder, saying, "How about it, big fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?" The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The Minotaur immediately pulled out of Toshia with an audible sucking sound. "Hey, hey!" Toshia cried. "Take it easy there! We're not going to run away on you, and it's just rude to abandon a girl so abruptly." The Minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Toshia chose to interpret as an apology. Amy was helping Toshia keep her balance as she stepped off the fucking-stone, when Toshia saw that there was what looked like a fancy, large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on it. She went ahead and asked, "What's that?" "Oh, that's the flying carpet," Amy said. "The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you." "Um, okay. Where's everyone else, then?" "They're at the castle. Don's fighting the sisters -- that's the right word, right? Don's fighting them to make them release you," Amy explained. Toshia laughed, "Of course he is." She was suddenly both worried about Don's safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. "Can you make that thing hover in place?" When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Toshia gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs spread. Toshia, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her tongue over Amy's exposed pussy. "Mmm, delicious," Toshia pronounced, "and already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?" "Oh, can't I have both?" Amy asked. She was already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples. "Can you wait, boy?" Toshia asked over her shoulder with a smile. She took the Minotaur's snort as a "yes" and promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy's moist lips, scooping up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue. "Oh, that feels so good," Amy murmured. Toshia lapped her tongue over Amy's clit, making the woman shudder and whimper. Toshia began to lick at Amy's clit while moving her hand up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing that the Minotaur's cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was squeezed together, Toshia decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Toshia kept licking Amy's clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Toshia. The floating carpet held its position well, Toshia thought, as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy's cunt. Licking steadily at the clit in front of her, Toshia withdrew her fingers, clustered them together with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy's pussy until her entire hand was inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her breasts and moaning aloud. Toshia kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy, whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Toshia's arm. All the while, Toshia continued licking and now sucking at Amy's clit. Toshia now realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very near future -- maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long and hard. Toshia held her hand still, deep inside Amy's clenching vagina, and sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense orgasm. When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet -- her full breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath -- Toshia slowly withdrew her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the Minotaur, and said, "She's all yours, big fella." The Minotaur, whose erection had never done more than slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Toshia's place between Amy's thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus slowly into her waiting pussy. "Oh, yes!" Amy said with a grin. "That feels great! Fuck me with that big cock!" The Minotaur didn't hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest of his massive organ into Amy's willing pussy. The carpet didn't budge as he began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the Minotaur with a steady stream of happy grunts and moans. Toshia clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Toshia loved the sight of Amy's nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but Amy stopped her, saying, "Sit on my face, Toshia. I want to lick you." More than happy to oblige, Toshia quickly straddled Amy's head, facing the Minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered herself down until she felt Amy's mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy proceeded to lick the Minotaur's cum out of Toshia, while her chin pressed against Toshia's clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Toshia noticed that the Minotaur's horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart... She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over Amy's mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy's mouth and Toshia's pussy, Toshia's hands and the Minotaur's horns, and the Minotaur's huge cock and Amy's pussy. Like this they swayed and worked together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release. Toshia found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy's talented tongue and the Minotaur's horns, watching Amy's beautiful pale and perfectly curved body getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly licked and sucked out of her. "Oh, fuck!" Toshia sighed. Then she cried out as she came again, pushing down on Amy's mouth as the explosion of delight swept over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull's horns as she shook and shuddered. Then Amy and the Minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting loudly in the clearing. Toshia managed to get off Amy's face without taking her eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, "Oh, that was wonderful!" Toshia smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy's mouth. After a moment, Amy sighed and Toshia looked down to see that the Minotaur had pulled out of Amy's pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his cock and Amy. "Yum!" Toshia exclaimed and quickly crawled to the edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the Minotaur's hip and urged him closer. When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth, simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the Minotaur's cock, Toshia lowered her mouth to Amy's messy cunt and began to suck and lick up every bit of Minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged Toshia, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69, with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled Minotaur's juice and her own would run down into Toshia's mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took the opportunity to go back to licking Toshia, this time directly concentrating on her clit. While they were engaged with each other like this, they were very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The Minotaur, who apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy's legs, between Amy's pussy and Toshia's mouth. With a little help from Toshia and the Minotaur, Amy adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Toshia could continue licking Amy's clit. Toshia lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Toshia was herself tonguing Amy's clit and the underside of the beast's hard shaft. It didn't take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Toshia followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Toshia's surprise, the Minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn't enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto Toshia's face and into her eager mouth. She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy, very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and all over her face. Laughing, Toshia did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place. Amy moved around so that she could help Toshia out, licking and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for Toshia to slurp down. When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two women sat up and noticed the Minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock was now, finally, deflated. "I like your friend," Amy grinned. "Can we keep him?" "He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn't he?" Toshia smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the Minotaur, "Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you could use to knock things around." He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest. "We better get cleaned up before he comes back with another hard-on," Toshia laughed. As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, "Oh, that reminds me, I have your clothes with me." "Clothes," Toshia said as she stepped into the cold water of the stream, "I remember those." While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, "I was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your friend." "Well, we better go see if we can help them out," Toshia smiled. "Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up and whipped or something already." By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp bodies, the Minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a small tree. "Can we leave that carpet here?" Toshia asked. "I think so," Amy nodded. "It's only supposed to move where I tell it to." "That's convenient." Toshia tried to explain to the Minotaur that she wanted it to follow her and help her out if needed. He seemed to understand all of this to some extent, and fell in behind her as Toshia led him and Amy back toward the castle. Walking on the ground, and without worrying much at all about being quiet, they made good time through the forest. When they came to the crumbling stone wall, Toshia led them around until they came to the clearing in front of the castle's gate. It looked like someone had made a mess out of the ground there in front of the castle, and Toshia naturally feared the worst for Don and the others. In front of the gate were two sentinels -- women who took one look at the Minotaur behind Toshia, gaped for a second, and then bolted inside. "OK, let's hope the rest of them are as scared as they were," Toshia said grimly. "Stay close." Toshia knew that the sisters could probably gang up on the Bull and bring him down, but it would be a costly victory, and she was hoping they would be too freaked about his sudden appearance at her side to actually fight. She was counting on the elements of surprise and fear to carry the day so that they could get Don, Shelonda and Nicole and get the hell out of there before the sisters had time to collect their wits. With all this in mind, Toshia led her little trio with the big stick into the courtyard of the castle. She wasn't surprised to see the sisters all gathered there armed to the teeth and looking at her and the Minotaur with alarm. They were all scrambling to get as far away from the Bull as they possibly could. Their bogeyman was probably bigger and scarier in real life, and not only had those dangerous horns but was wielding a huge club. She also expected to be confronted by the indomitable Daphne and Brigit. What Toshia had not been expecting, though, was seeing Don at the head of these women. He stood there confidently, his staff held lightly in his hand. He was a bit bloody, and seemed to have the beginnings of a black eye, but he was smiling at her with obvious ease. Also obvious, was the fact that both Daphne and Brigit were standing behind him, looking to him for leadership. "Hi Toshia, we were just coming out to look for you," he said. "And I was just coming to rescue you," she said, "but obviously you don't need it." "And neither do you," he laughed. Then Don dropped his staff, and caught her in his arms as she rushed across the courtyard. She hugged him tightly, and reveled in having his warm embrace around her. She hadn't really appreciated how much she had missed him until that moment. Finally, they were together again. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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Amazons Defeated by Kung Fu Master, disguised as a sexy witch.By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Shelonda & Don defeated the Amazon tribal sisters, and gained the release of Toshia.“I don’t like this plan, Don,” Nicole had said. “I don’t want to see any more killing.”“Neither do I,” Don replied. “We’re going to do everything we can to avoid seriously hurting anyone. How much first aid do they teach pre-med students?”The answer had been not much, but Nicole had been a girl scout and knew some rudiments. So, she was assigned the role of medic for the rescue mission.“There it is!” Don said, pointing ahead to where he could just see the old ruined castle poking up out of the forest. “Let’s find someplace to land not too far from it.”In another minute, responding to Amy’s mental commands, the carpet settled down in a small clearing just a short, wooded distance from the castle’s gate. Don, Shelonda and Nicole disembarked – Nicole quite eagerly – and Amy had the carpet carry her back up into the sky. Amy had her instructions. She hadn’t liked the thought of being left out of the main action, but had eventually accepted Don’s reasoning. At the very least, if Don’s plan didn’t work, they wouldn’t all be captured.With Don taking the lead, the three on the ground set off through the forest toward the castle of the Sisterhood. It was only a short walk before they came to another, much larger, clearing in front of the gate of the castle. The gate itself was very old, mostly of wood and actually in surprisingly good condition. It had two valves, and the one on the right was standing open. Two women were there, apparently on guard, though they had placed their spears against the wall and were practicing what looked like crude judo take-downs. Don and the others got half way across the clearing to them before either of them noticed.“Hey! Who the hell are you?” said one, a tall woman with short, jet-black hair. To her credit, her partner, a shorter blonde with longer hair, immediately went to grab both spears and took the opportunity to give a high-pitched whistle through the open gate.“I’m Don, and this is my student Shelonda and our medical assistant Nicole,” Don said amiably as he continued to approach the castle.“Medical assistant?” the guard asked as her companion brought her spear.“To help if anyone gets injured.”“OK, that’s far enough,” the guard said as she leveled her spear at Don’s chest, “or you’re going to get injured permanently.”Don frowned a little at that. He actually suspected that the XYZ would help his, or anyone’s, body repair any injury short of death, but he didn’t bother to explain this to the dark-haired woman. Instead he said, “We’re here to collect our friend, who we believe has been a guest of the Sisterhood for the last few days.”“Oh you are, are you?” said a voice from above the gate.Don looked up to see a beautiful woman with long black hair spilling over her shoulders and her armor standing on the battlements over the gate. She certainly seemed to have the regal bearing that would go along with leading the Sisterhood. He decided at that moment that this woman would respond better to a particular approach – one of individual dominance.“I am,” Don nodded. “She became separated from us, and has been here. I would be grateful if you returned her.”“And if I don’t?” asked the woman, confirming Don’s guess as to her role in the Sisterhood.“Then I’ll have to make you,” Don smiled.The woman laughed derisively, and then said, “Kill him, and take the women.”Without hesitation, the two guards drew back to thrust at Don with their spears. Before they could attack though, his staff came up and spun around in a clean arc through the place where the black-haired one’s head had been, carrying her down into a crumpled heap on the ground where she lay unconscious. Immediately, Don reversed the momentum of his staff, batting the blonde’s spear aside, and then brought the other end of the staff around to strike the woman’s knee hard enough to buckle her leg painfully in the wrong direction. She cried out in pain before Don stretched her on the ground with a blow to the head. The entire exchange had taken less than three seconds.Don held up his left hand to the half dozen warrior women who had by now come through the gate and who were ready to charge him.“We do not want to fight the Sisterhood,” he said in a loud, calm voice. “We only want our friend, Toshia, who is here in your castle. Give her to us and Nicole here will tend to these good women and we will be on our way. If you do not give her to us, though, I must challenge your leader to personal combat.”“We do not stoop to fight with men,” one of the women in front of Don sneered. She was a big redhead with a spray of freckles across her face.“That sounds like cowardice to me,” Don smiled back at her.“Take them down,” the woman on the wall ordered.At once, the six women, led by the freckled redhead, charged Don and the girls. Don’s hypothesis was that the XYZ was supercharging more than just their sex drives, and that if he and Shelonda deliberately sought to direct their energies into good kung fu they would be nearly unstoppable fighting machines. Moreover, he had repeatedly noticed the flexible nature of Eros, in that what a focused mind wanted often made itself available. Don and Shelonda were now throwing themselves into the fray, letting the XYZ course through their veins and expecting the world to bend itself to their will. They leapt higher, dodged faster, and hit harder than seemed humanly possible. In addition, they had a particular advantage thanks to the Wizard; their staffs had been enchanted. Though they were still the light, flexible staffs Don and Shelonda had brought from the Manor, they were now, for all intents and purposes, unbreakable, and struck with a force much greater than normal. There were additional abilities as well, but they were trying to hold back on those, both to keep at least one of them in reserve as a surprise and because they really didn’t want to severely injure anyone.It only took a minute or so before all six of the sisters were lying on the ground around Don and Shelonda, either unconscious or groaning in pain. Nicole quickly began moving about them, checking for broken bones and beginning to bandage ankles and knees.“So,” Don called to the rest of the Sisterhood, who by now were gathered outside the gate or along the walls, “you will not stoop to fight a man, but you will stoop to attacking us three to one. That’s very brave. I’m quite impressed.”“I’ll take you one-on-one, little man,” said a muscular woman with short brown hair. “When I’m done with you, I’ll fuck your ass with that staff of yours.”“Always the ass, eh, Wanda?” said a woman from the crowd.Wanda laughed and stepped forward hefting a good sized battle axe in her strong hands.Don smiled at her, “If you’re nice, maybe I’ll fuck your ass with my ‘staff' before I’m done with you.”The women seemed to like this and laughed at and with Wanda. Though she didn’t really seem to mind the teasing, Wanda chose this moment to charge Don. It was a clumsy attack, and Don had no trouble slipping out of the way. His staff flew around and smacked Wanda hard on the butt. He thought the force of her charge would require a few more steps before she could turn, but Wanda surprised him by spinning tightly and swinging her axe across at his mid-section. Don sprang back in time, but only just. With impressive speed, she changed the direction of the axe, swept it up and then arcing down at Don’s head. Rather than dodging though, Don stepped in and threw his staff up in both hands, to catch the axe haft as it came down. Neither staff nor axe gave way, as Don expected, though Wanda was surprised that the axe hadn’t continued right through the apparently more flimsy staff. Don took advantage of her surprise by kicking her very hard in the crotch. Though this didn’t have exactly the same effect it might have on a male, it still hurt, and Wanda winced and pulled back. Don pressed the attack, spinning his staff in a withering barrage of strikes aimed at Wanda’s head. While she was able to successfully block each strike, Don was able to throw her off balance enough that he was able to slip in close and punch her sharply in the gut. With a loud “Oof!” Wanda doubled over, leaving herself open to a decisive rap on the skull that laid her out on the ground.There was a small burst of applause, abruptly cut off, as Don turned to look over the gathered sisters with a cheerful yet derisive smile. He was less astounded by his speed and strength than he was by his endurance; he was barely breathing hard. “Anyone else want to do your leader’s fighting for her?”“You’re pretty good with that stick,” said a beautiful, tall blonde wearing her hair in braids, as she stepped forward. She was wearing a blue sleeveless tunic hanging down almost to her knees and cinched at the waist, leather wrist bands and sandals laced up the length of her calves. She had all the beauty of Nordic women and a muscular build that indicated both strength and speed. She also seemed to be smiling at Don with genuine good nature. She asked, “Can you measure up without a weapon?”Don nodded and said, “Let’s find out.” He tossed his staff to Shelonda and bowed to the blonde, adding, “I’m Don.”“Brigit,” she nodded.Don was acutely aware of the fact that he had just given any attentive spectators a good demonstration of his basic fighting style. This gave Brigit a possible advantage. She certainly had the fire of intelligence burning in her eyes, so Don assumed she had an actual advantage. As a result of these thoughts he did not rush in to attack her, though a fast step in and side-kick was usually a good move in this kind of situation. He relaxed his shoulders, slowed his breathing, and waited for Brigit to make the first move.Brigit eyed Don calmly as she began to circle him. He noted that she had her hands raised and open, suggesting that she might be a grappler. Though she was ordinarily someone he might enjoy grappling, Don had little taste for wrestling as a form of combat. He was out-massed by the big woman; speed, agility and determination were his assets, two-thirds of which would be sacrificed in a clinch.He turned as she moved, eventually turning his back on the bulk of the Sisterhood. Don actually thought they were too caught up in the fun of watching the fight to actually interfere, and he was sure Shelonda would alert him if someone made an unsporting move. Rather than attack him, the sisters were taunting both Brigit and him, telling them to get on with it.Finally, Brigit did just that, taking a few quick steps in Don’s direction, but he only danced back laughing. She came in again, this time faster and swinging her right fist in a roundhouse. Don had bounced back, though, and to his left. Before she could readjust, he landed two quick blows on her right side. It felt like he’d punched a wall.Brigit rounded on him, but he had already skipped back out of the way. Her smile suggested that his punches hadn’t made much of an impression. Don didn’t mind that; he was still sizing her up.She came in fast again, but Don could tell she was a bit hesitant; expecting him to evade her she was holding back. Don responded by closing the distance between them. He blocked the blow she aimed at the left side of his head with his forearm and simultaneously punched straight ahead at her nose. There was a satisfying crunching sound as his fist connected. Don didn’t leave his fist out there long, but snapped it back in time to block the punch she threw at the right side of his head. If he’d been slower, Brigit’s right-left combination would certainly have knocked him senseless; the woman was certainly powerful. He brought his knee up and quickly snapped his heel into Brigit’s gut, pushing the two of them apart again.Brigit’s nose was bleeding profusely, and she wasn’t smiling any more. Don had to admit that this bout wasn’t turning out as playfully as he’d hoped. He thought he’d give the sister a moment to wipe some of the blood off her face, but she came at him again. This time, she tried to close faster and punch straight at him. Don dropped low, under her reach and hit her in the side again, this time much harder. They passed each other and turned, but Brigit took the opportunity to swing her fist back-handed at Don’s head. He only pulled back far enough to take the blow on his cheek. The force of the impact knocked him to the side a bit and he tasted his own blood.Brigit came at him quickly, and Don had to backpedal and block furiously to avoid getting seriously hurt. Finally he was able to strike upward with the heel of his hand at Brigit’s chin. Her head snapped back and she stumbled backward. Don sprang forward, taking two steps and then was high in the air, his foot snapped around with blinding speed and Brigit’s head twisted to the side. Don and Brigit landed on the ground at the same time, he lightly on his feet and she heavily on her back. As the crowd of women cheered in spite of themselves, Don knelt quickly to make sure that Brigit was still breathing. Nicole hurried up to check as well.Before they could say a word to each other, Brigit opened her eyes and said, “Damn! That was fast.”Don smiled down at her, touched his cheek which was already red and starting to swell, and said, “It was an honor, ma'am.”“Next time, I’m going to kick your ass, you know.”“I’ll look forward to it,” he grinned.“Enough!” a familiar voice barked over the hubbub at the gate.Don looked up to see that the beautiful sister who had been talking to him from the wall had come down to the gate. Since she was smart enough to lead this group of strong-willed women, Don figured she must realize her predicament. If she had the other women attack Don she would appear weak, even if they succeeded in defeating Shelonda and him, which some of them must now be thinking was no sure thing. If she handed over Toshia she would appear weak. If she just shut the gates on them and let them go away she would appear weak. In fact, if she did anything other than fight him she would appear weak and her authority would be undermined. Bullies were so easy to manipulate, Don thought. Of course, she must now see that there was a very good chance that she would be beaten by Don, which would be no less a disaster, at least from her perspective.She came out in front of the small crowd of women, wearing a metallic breast plate that still managed to show off some cleavage, a skirt of chainmail, metal greaves and bracers. Her midriff was impractically bare, though Don certainly didn’t mind that. Her jet black hair had now been pulled back into a long ponytail. Don thought she was staggeringly beautiful, and the haughty attitude only made her more appealing for some reason. In her hand was a gleaming long sword in particularly good condition.“You fight well for a man,” she sneered.Don, who had stood up, bowed a little in acknowledgement.“I give you the opportunity to go in peace.”“We will gladly do so if you return our friend to us,” Don answered.“We will not give you what is rightfully ours.”“Rightfully yours?” Nicole interjected indignantly.“Hush,” Don said quietly. Then, back to the leader of the Sisterhood, “We will not leave without her.”“Very well,” she nodded. “I will make you submit to me, or you will die.”“Or you will submit to me,” Don smiled easily.“I do not submit to men,” she spat.“Not to men, perhaps, but you will to me.”She scowled at him angrily, obviously unused to such impertinence. Finally she said, “I will not fight you here; the ground is littered with your sparring partners. Come inside and fight me in our courtyard. No one but me will harm you.”Don nodded his acceptance, and turned to take his staff back from Shelonda, who took the opportunity to say, “I don’t know, Don, she looks mean.”“Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?” he grinned.As the three of them approached the gate the sisters made way for them, and Nicole said, “Just remember, I don’t have any bandages big enough for sword wounds.”They were led to an open area inside the castle where the sisters obviously worked out and practiced with their weapons. Some of the sisters and some smaller, obviously less assertive women quickly dragged various bags and targets out of the way, clearing the space for the impending duel. The other sisters climbed up on ledges and walls around the courtyard to make sure they had a good view. Don noticed that Brigit and Wanda were able to come in and take their places on a crumbled section of wall. There were a number of doorways leading into the courtyard, and, opposite the point where they’d entered, a set of broad stone stairs led to another open area, where a bunch of chairs were arranged.As soon as everything had been cleared from the area sufficiently, the leader of the sisters took her place near the center of the courtyard, and said, “If you need a sword, Brigit can lend you hers.”“No, that’s alright; I wouldn’t want to take a chance on cutting that beautiful body of yours,” Don smiled easily, as if he was flirting with someone at the local coffee shop.“I assure you I have no such reservations about cutting yours.”“I think that’s a lie… What’s your name, by the way?” Don began to slowly walk toward her across the open ground, his staff in his right hand.“Daphne,” she snapped. “What do you mean 'you think that’s a lie’?”“Well, you might just be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure you don’t really want to hurt me.”“Oh,” she laughed, “you’re quite wrong.”Don shook his head a little, and said, “No, I don’t think I am. I think you’re starting to think it would be nice if I beat you and carried you off somewhere and ravished you.”“How dare you!”“I’ll bet it’s been a very long time since you were well and properly ravished.”“What in the world makes you think I’d have the slightest interest in being ravished by anyone like you?”“The fact that you’ve let me get this close to you,” Don smiled. He was only a foot away from her. Close enough to see her blue eyes quite clearly enough to read the surprise and then anger in them.“You bastard!” she hissed and leapt back, simultaneously bringing her sword up and around in a blinding arc.Don laughed as he skipped back, temporarily out of range. Daphne followed though, spinning her sword in a furiously fast series of arcs in front of her.“That’s fancy,” Don nodded, “but I can do it too.” He began to spin his staff in a figure-eight motion covering his front and sides.Snarling, Daphne leapt in and swung, counting on her steel blade to cut or bash its way through Don’s screen. Instead the sword glanced off, and Don effortlessly reversed the staff’s direction to hit Daphne’s exposed side. As before, the staff’s enchantments imparted greater force than the momentum Don provided would indicate. Cursing under her breath, Daphne snapped her blade around in an arc aimed directly at Don’s head. Twisting quickly, Don brought his much lighter weapon up in time to block the strike, catching the blade in the middle of the staff between Don’s hands.There was the briefest pause when it was clear to Daphne that her sword should have broken the staff. Don smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, my dear.”“Is your head unbreakable?” she asked, and then quickly snapped her blade around, over her head, to slash at Don from the opposite side. Don blocked this easily, though the edge of her sword was only inches from his scalp. Apparently unconcerned, Don let Daphne wear herself out with a series of strong, fast cuts that he blocked almost casually.When it seemed that she might be slowing down, but before she could change her tactics on her own, Don changed his. He dropped low, into a proper low stance, letting her sword whistle by high over his head, and drove the end of his staff hard into Daphne’s belly. He followed this by sweeping the staff at her shapely legs. He managed to catch one and threw it out from under her. Off balance from this double assault, Daphne stumbled backward. Don pursued her, pressing his advantage. It was Daphne’s turn to retreat and parry. Three times Don managed to hit her, once more in the gut, once hard across the arm, leaving a bright red mark, and once a glancing blow to the head, which left a slight gash and a smear of blood.This last hit seemed to irritate Daphne more than the others and she launched into another enthusiastic offensive, which was actually rather successful. She managed to leave a shallow cut along Don’s left shoulder and actually achieved a solid hit on Don’s right shin, which would have crippled him if he hadn’t been wearing his shin guards, fresh from the Wizard’s wardrobe. Pausing slightly in surprise or anger, Daphne let Don get close enough that he struck out with the heel of his hand, hitting her hard in the center of her chest just above her chest plate where it showed off her cleavage. Daphne gasped and stumbled back again, this time backing up until she tripped a bit on the steps at her back.To her credit, Daphne recovered quickly, stepped up on the stairs, and had her sword at the ready in the second it took Don to launch his next offensive. He drove her up the stairs until she was on the level with the chairs. He heard the sisters clamoring behind him to keep the fight in view. There was a brief exchange during which the tip of Daphne’s sword scratched over the surface of Don’s chest armor, Don’s staff cracked Daphne’s right thigh hard enough to make her cry out and then to favor that leg, and a sword blow which was deflected by Don’s bracer scored a bloody wound on the back of his left forearm. Don seemed not to notice the two wounds he had sustained, and continued to drive Daphne back toward the chairs behind her. When she came up against one she had to devote a minute bit of attention to keeping her balance and maneuvering around these obstacles, and this minor distraction provided Don with the chance to strike her right wrist hard enough to make her drop her sword. As the blade clattered to the stone floor, Don dropped his staff, and closed in.Kicking the chair behind her away, Daphne was just barely able to twist aside to avoid the kick Don aimed at her midsection. She got her hands and guard up fast enough to deflect the series of blows he aimed at her head, and then gave him a fast jab which connected with his brow just above his left eye. Moving in, pushing her back further, Don ignored the blood that ran down past his eye, and threw a furious combination of punches and knee strikes at Daphne.Then, suddenly, Daphne was falling backward into a big hole in the floor that Don had only barely noticed. A bit surprised, he still managed to catch her right wrist, but, rather than allowing him to catch her fall, this only meant that he was pulled down with her.Together they landed on what seemed to be a very large, thick mattress. Don landed on top of Daphne, though he was able to brace himself on impact so that he didn’t crush her too much. There was a moment when he was able to take in the surroundings – there were bars around the mattress, surprised, naked men looking in at them from the other side, a battered old mirror, and apparently freshly laundered red sheets – before Daphne began to struggle to push him off her. Don was done playing with her, though.He caught her beautiful throat in his left hand and squeezed just a little. Looking down into her livid face, he smiled and said, “Now, that’s enough. I won and you know it.”Daphne spat at him, and he tightened his grip a bit. Don shoved his leg between hers and used his position and leverage to push her strong thighs apart. Reaching down with his right hand, he pushed his palm up along the inside of her leg, under her chainmail skirt. Sure enough, when he got there, he found her already very wet.Don chuckled a little and a drop of blood from his forehead dripped onto her cheek. As he stroked her moist lips, she continued to struggle but not very convincingly – at least not to Don or to her. He smiled and asked, “Still going to say you’re not interested?”“I goddamn hate you!” she insisted. Then Don pushed his fingers up inside her and she groaned a little in the bottom of her throat.“I don’t think that’s the same thing,” Don smirked as he began to work his fingers in and out of her, cupping his hand over her sex, palm rubbing against her clit. He was aware that the men were watching them and that the sisters had gathered around the opening through which Don and Daphne had fallen. What they saw was a combination of Don pinning Daphne to the mattress while he roughly handled her and Daphne sort of struggling while clearly responding to his touch on her.“You’ve fucking ruined everything, you bastard,” she breathed through clenched teeth.“Do you want me to stop?”“Would you stop if I said yes?” she scowled.“No.”Daphne closed her eyes again and let a tremor of pleasure pass over her. So quietly that only Don could hear her, she said, “Good.”Don pushed his thigh up between her legs, taking the place of his hand against her crotch. As he fumbled at his pants to push them and his cup down to free his already half hard cock, Don leaned down and kissed Daphne. Shocked, she first let him kiss her, then she began to respond, and then she remembered herself and bit at his lip, drawing a bit more blood. Don just laughed and shoved her back into the mattress with the hand around her throat. He knew full well that he wasn’t exerting anywhere near enough force to actually hold her down if she really wanted to get out from under him.Then, using his legs and his right hand, Don shoved Daphne’s legs apart and settled between them. He shoved her metal skirt up, took his now very hard cock in hand and pushed it down between her legs. Don felt her warm, wet lips embracing his head and then he pushed himself slowly into her. As he filled her tight pussy, he leaned down and said, “You’re mine now, Daphne.”“I still hate you,” she growled even as she was reaching down to grab his ass and pull him into her.“Say it,” he said.“I’m yours now,” she breathed, “you bastard.”Laughing, Don shoved in the rest of the way, feeling his head hitting her cervix. He rocked there for a moment inside her and pressed against her, before pulling almost all the way out and then driving in again. After several such long, deep thrusts, he felt her hand slipping around his neck and then holding the back of his head. Daphne pulled him down to her and kissed him, not grudgingly but passionately, hungrily. They were kissing and biting at each other as his cock slipped in and out of her fiery pussy. Don maintained this steady, slow, deep fucking until he felt Daphne clenching and squeezing on him, gasping around his tongue and lips as she came long and hard.Don pulled back a bit, looking down at her and asked, “Who else has ever beaten you?”“No one,” she answered proudly.Don began to fuck in and out of her again, and said, “So there’s no reason you should ever bow down to anyone but me, is there?”She smiled up at him, and for the first time the smile seemed completely without malice, “No, there certainly isn’t.”“I’m glad we had this little chat,” he chuckled and began to pump in and out of her with increased vigor. Daphne wrapped her long, strong legs around him and pulled him in closer. Don commenced fucking her hard and fast. He had promised her ravishment and that’s what he was delivering. Claiming her body as the rightful prize in their fight, Don took her as his own, pushing himself into her with all the energy he had used to best her in combat. Daphne now gave no appearance of anything but enthusiastic participation. No one watching could have any doubt that she was enjoying every moment of the fucking Don was giving her. When she cried out with her second orgasm, Don felt his own spilling over. He thrust deep into her and filled her with his cum, shuddering and trembling as he spewed his seed deep inside her, claiming her in as intimate a way as he could think of.When Don finally stopped coming, and had caught his breath, he began to look around a bit for the first time since he had begun taking Daphne. Before he could get a good look, though, she pulled his head down and gave him a brief, passionate kiss. When he pulled back to smile down at her, she whispered, “Thank you.”“My pleasure,” Don smiled warmly at her. For a fleeting moment, he thought it would be fun to stay here with this Amazon queen and rule this little corner of the forest. Then he remembered what he could never fully forget – the need to find Toshia. Withdrawing from Daphne’s warm, wet embrace, Don sat back on his haunches. A burst of applause from the men on the other side of the bars around them surprised him. His first instinct was to grin and bow, but he recalled the dynamic he had no interest in undermining and scowled at the men imperiously, and said in a commanding voice, “Don’t think any of you have earned the right to disrespect this woman, your mistress.”The applause died off immediately.Minotaur EncountersDon stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne’s own disheveled and battered state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was dropped down from the open ceiling.When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense, though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne, Nicole and Shelonda didn’t explicitly kneel to his authority.“You honor me by your submission, sisters,” Don said in a loud voice. “You have fought well and there is no shame in this defeat.”Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, “Our friend.”Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, “Go fetch the pup.”Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, “The pup?”Daphne nodded, “That must be your friend. We didn’t bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be … house broken.”Don couldn’t help laughing at this. Then he asked, “So, how’s that going for you?”Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who seemed rather distraught.Brigit didn’t say anything until she came close enough to Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn’t be overheard by more than a few people. Then she whispered, “She seems to have run away.”“Run away?” Daphne seemed confused at the very possibility.“This girl was coming to find me,” Brigit explained. “Apparently .Toshia climbed out a window some time before Don arrived.”Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Toshia wouldn’t need to be rescued.Daphne saw his smile and said, “There is reason for concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods.”“What kind of danger?” Nicole asked.Daphne didn’t answer immediately, but said to Brigit, “Get everyone who isn’t injured organized into search parties.” Then, once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others, “There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the Bull.”Chapter 13The Bull: Toshia has charms to soothe the savage beast.Toshia had almost no experience with large animals. She hadn’t grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she shouldn’t make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn’t have a red cape or anything, but then realized that she didn’t even know if that made any sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull.Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Toshia carefully. It had a thick bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur… or was it hair on cows? At the shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though hairier than she had ever seen a black man’s body. His thighs started out human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she set aside for the moment.Toshia held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the Minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing. Toshia was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She guessed that the Minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn’t work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns, particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns.It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn’t run off. Toshia was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved to its cock. Toshia’s eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and wondered if there were any she-Minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that’s why he’s got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating with him.In her sweetest voice she said, “Have you been chasing the girls with that big cock of yours?”The Minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was laughing, and then Toshia was sure he nodded his big head a little.She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn’t going to charge her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature’s now hard sex. It was as thick as the Player’s, but not quite as long. The sight of it was already making Toshia’s pussy wet.“I’m not going to run away,” she said.The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to work out what Toshia was up to.Moving slowly and carefully, Toshia stepped across the little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found herself unmistakably aroused at the Minotaur’s undeniably masculine physique and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina’s concerns he didn’t seem in the slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her with those deep brown eyes, and Toshia tried to imagine what he was thinking. If he’s like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him completely horny.“What about it, big fella,” she said in her soft voice, “have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with that?”The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation.Toshia reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at how heavy it was. Toshia brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The Minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch. Toshia had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her, but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now.As her body quickened under the bull-man’s touch, Toshia reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands up and down his length. She couldn’t get her fingers around it entirely, but she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her grasp. Toshia began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she could do with her body, Toshia was quite determined to get this beautiful thing inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her tongue over his cockhead’s slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and smiled happily up at those big brown eyes.“It sure is big,” she said, “and so hard. Do you want to fuck me with it?”The nod was unmistakable this time.Toshia laughed and said, “Good, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. You can do that, can’t you?”He nodded again.“OK, but how are we going to do this?” Toshia looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be of use, but Toshia thought the best option was probably the simplest. She looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near the stream and said, “Can you pick that up and put it over there near that tree?”The Minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it over to where Toshia stood pointing.“Put it right here,” she said. When it was in place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now. Toshia leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did.Toshia looked over her shoulder and said, “How’s that?”As if he couldn’t believe his luck, the Minotaur carefully reached out to touch Toshia’s naked butt. When she didn’t scream or run away, he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her cheeks.Toshia pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and said, “Well, don’t keep a girl waiting, big fella.”There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Toshia could think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She pushed back against him, making the Minotaur completely fill her.“God, that’s good!” she exclaimed.His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her.“Yes, that feels so good!” Toshia almost yelled. “Fuck me!”The Minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus plundered Toshia’s tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her head. For a moment Toshia imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it – her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull’s head. She would have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this preposterous and incredibly hot scene.“Now that looks like fun!” said a familiar voice from off to Toshia’s left.Toshia looked and was completely surprised to see Amy standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute khaki explorer’s outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts. She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around in Toshia’s mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy’s sudden appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn’t get scared off. He’s still fucking me. So, Toshia decided to go with that thought and respond directly to what Amy had said.“Oh yeah, it is!” she grinned. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”“That doesn’t sound like me, does it?” Amy laughed and quickly began to shed her clothes.Toshia turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she was getting, and pushed herself back on the Minotaur’s stiff prick. She found herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy’s hands on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Toshia and the tree trunk, kissing Toshia’s breasts. Amy’s fingers moved down along Toshia’s belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Toshia’s descent from the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Toshia was coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she came, she continued to push back against the Minotaur’s hard body. Then, when she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her.“Oh god, yes, yes,” Toshia moaned and then began to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face.“Wow,” Amy breathed as she hugged Toshia’s naked and sweaty body to her full breast. “Can I have a turn?”Toshia laughed and said, “I’m sure he’d like that.” She looked over her shoulder, saying, “How about it, big fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?”The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The Minotaur immediately pulled out of Toshia with an audible sucking sound.“Hey, hey!” Toshia cried. “Take it easy there! We’re not going to run away on you, and it’s just rude to abandon a girl so abruptly.”The Minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Toshia chose to interpret as an apology.Amy was helping Toshia keep her balance as she stepped off the fucking-stone, when Toshia saw that there was what looked like a fancy, large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on it. She went ahead and asked, “What’s that?”“Oh, that’s the flying carpet,” Amy said. “The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you.”“Um, okay. Where’s everyone else, then?”“They’re at the castle. Don’s fighting the sisters – that’s the right word, right? Don’s fighting them to make them release you,” Amy explained.Toshia laughed, “Of course he is.” She was suddenly both worried about Don’s safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. “Can you make that thing hover in place?”When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Toshia gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs spread.Toshia, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her tongue over Amy’s exposed pussy.“Mmm, delicious,” Toshia pronounced, “and already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?”“Oh, can’t I have both?” Amy asked. She was already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples.“Can you wait, boy?” Toshia asked over her shoulder with a smile. She took the Minotaur’s snort as a “yes” and promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy’s moist lips, scooping up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue.“Oh, that feels so good,” Amy murmured.Toshia lapped her tongue over Amy’s clit, making the woman shudder and whimper. Toshia began to lick at Amy’s clit while moving her hand up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing that the Minotaur’s cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was squeezed together, Toshia decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Toshia kept licking Amy’s clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Toshia.The floating carpet held its position well, Toshia thought, as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy’s cunt. Licking steadily at the clit in front of her, Toshia withdrew her fingers, clustered them together with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy’s pussy until her entire hand was inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her breasts and moaning aloud. Toshia kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy, whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Toshia’s arm. All the while, Toshia continued licking and now sucking at Amy’s clit. Toshia now realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very near future – maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long and hard. Toshia held her hand still, deep inside Amy’s clenching vagina, and sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense orgasm.When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet – her full breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath – Toshia slowly withdrew her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the Minotaur, and said, “She’s all yours, big fella.”The Minotaur, whose erection had never done more than slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Toshia’s place between Amy’s thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus slowly into her waiting pussy.“Oh, yes!” Amy said with a grin. “That feels great! Fuck me with that big cock!”The Minotaur didn’t hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest of his massive organ into Amy’s willing pussy. The carpet didn’t budge as he began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the Minotaur with a steady stream of happy grunts and moans.Toshia clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Toshia loved the sight of Amy’s nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but Amy stopped her, saying, “Sit on my face, Toshia. I want to lick you.”More than happy to oblige, Toshia quickly straddled Amy’s head, facing the Minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered herself down until she felt Amy’s mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy proceeded to lick the Minotaur’s cum out of Toshia, while her chin pressed against Toshia’s clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Toshia noticed that the Minotaur’s horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart… She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over Amy’s mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy’s mouth and Toshia’s pussy, Toshia’s hands and the Minotaur’s horns, and the Minotaur’s huge cock and Amy’s pussy. Like this they swayed and worked together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release.Toshia found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy’s talented tongue and the Minotaur’s horns, watching Amy’s beautiful pale and perfectly curved body getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly licked and sucked out of her.“Oh, fuck!” Toshia sighed. Then she cried out as she came again, pushing down on Amy’s mouth as the explosion of delight swept over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull’s horns as she shook and shuddered.Then Amy and the Minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting loudly in the clearing. Toshia managed to get off Amy’s face without taking her eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, “Oh, that was wonderful!”Toshia smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy’s mouth. After a moment, Amy sighed and Toshia looked down to see that the Minotaur had pulled out of Amy’s pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his cock and Amy.“Yum!” Toshia exclaimed and quickly crawled to the edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the Minotaur’s hip and urged him closer. When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth, simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the Minotaur’s cock, Toshia lowered her mouth to Amy’s messy cunt and began to suck and lick up every bit of Minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged Toshia, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69, with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled Minotaur’s juice and her own would run down into Toshia’s mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took the opportunity to go back to licking Toshia, this time directly concentrating on her clit.While they were engaged with each other like this, they were very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The Minotaur, who apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy’s legs, between Amy’s pussy and Toshia’s mouth. With a little help from Toshia and the Minotaur, Amy adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Toshia could continue licking Amy’s clit.Toshia lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Toshia was herself tonguing Amy’s clit and the underside of the beast’s hard shaft. It didn’t take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Toshia followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Toshia’s surprise, the Minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn’t enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto Toshia’s face and into her eager mouth.She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy, very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and all over her face. Laughing, Toshia did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place.Amy moved around so that she could help Toshia out, licking and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for Toshia to slurp down.When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two women sat up and noticed the Minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock was now, finally, deflated.“I like your friend,” Amy grinned. “Can we keep him?”“He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn’t he?” Toshia smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the Minotaur, “Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you could use to knock things around.”He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest.“We better get cleaned up before he comes back with another hard-on,” Toshia laughed.As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, “Oh, that reminds me, I have your clothes with me.”“Clothes,” Toshia said as she stepped into the cold water of the stream, “I remember those.”While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, “I was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your friend.”“Well, we better go see if we can help them out,” Toshia smiled. “Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up and whipped or something already.”By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp bodies, the Minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a small tree.“Can we leave that carpet here?” Toshia asked.

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The subtle smell of fetid water rises from the garden behind the crumbling burgomaster's manor as the rest of the town of Berez slowly sinks into the swamp. Having cleared the house, collected the shield from its dangerous resting place, and realized they may be in for a more difficult fight than they anticipated, our heroes decide to find a fortified position to rest for the night. But they are not as safe as they'd hoped. Wriggling and squirming through the rotting debris, horrors and nightmares approach. In the morning, they may find more than a new dawn to greet them... This is a Dungeons & Dragons 5e live/actual play campaign presented by The Gilded Flask. Join us as we adventure through one of the most beloved D&D campaigns of all time, The Curse of Strahd. Our YouTube Channel: ⁠⁠youtube.com/thegildedflask⁠⁠ Join us as we stream LIVE every Saturday at ⁠⁠twitch.tv/thegildedflask⁠⁠ Join Our Discord: ⁠⁠discord.gg/XVpusCtw8S⁠⁠ Let's be Social! ⁠⁠thegildedflask.com⁠⁠ Follow us for weekly episodes of our playthrough! If you like our little adventure, please consider following us here and sharing the show with your friends. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thegildedflask/message

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Lost in Eros, Book II: The Forest – Part 12Minotaur EncountersBy BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Don stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne's own disheveled and battered state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was dropped down from the open ceiling.When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense, though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne, Nicole and Shelonda didn't explicitly kneel to his authority.“You honor me by your submission, sisters,” Don said in a loud voice. “You have fought well and there is no shame in this defeat.”Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, “Our friend.”Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, “Go fetch the pup.”Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, “The pup?”Daphne nodded, “That must be your friend. We didn't bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be … house broken.”Don couldn't help laughing at this. Then he asked, “So, how's that going for you?”Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who seemed rather distraught.Brigit didn't say anything until she came close enough to Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn't be overheard by more than a few people. Then she whispered, “She seems to have run away.”“Run away?” Daphne seemed confused at the very possibility.“This girl was coming to find me,” Brigit explained. “Apparently .Toshia climbed out a window some time before Don arrived.”Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Toshia wouldn't need to be rescued.Daphne saw his smile and said, “There is reason for concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods.”“What kind of danger?” Nicole asked.Daphne didn't answer immediately, but said to Brigit, “Get everyone who isn't injured organized into search parties.” Then, once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others, “There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the Bull.”Chapter 13The Bull: Toshia has charms to soothe the savage beast.Toshia had almost no experience with large animals. She hadn't grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she shouldn't make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn't have a red cape or anything, but then realized that she didn't even know if that made any sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull.Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Toshia carefully. It had a thick bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur… or was it hair on cows? At the shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though hairier than she had ever seen a black man's body. His thighs started out human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she set aside for the moment.Toshia held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the Minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing. Toshia was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She guessed that the Minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn't work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns, particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns.It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn't run off. Toshia was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved to its cock. Toshia's eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and wondered if there were any she-Minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that's why he's got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating with him.In her sweetest voice she said, “Have you been chasing the girls with that big cock of yours?”The Minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was laughing, and then Toshia was sure he nodded his big head a little.She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn't going to charge her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature's now hard sex. It was as thick as the Player's, but not quite as long. The sight of it was already making Toshia's pussy wet.“I'm not going to run away,” she said.The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to work out what Toshia was up to.Moving slowly and carefully, Toshia stepped across the little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found herself unmistakably aroused at the Minotaur's undeniably masculine physique and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina's concerns he didn't seem in the slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her with those deep brown eyes, and Toshia tried to imagine what he was thinking. If he's like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him completely horny.“What about it, big fella,” she said in her soft voice, “have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with that?”The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation.Toshia reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at how heavy it was. Toshia brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The Minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch. Toshia had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her, but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now.As her body quickened under the bull-man's touch, Toshia reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands up and down his length. She couldn't get her fingers around it entirely, but she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her grasp. Toshia began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she could do with her body, Toshia was quite determined to get this beautiful thing inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her tongue over his cockhead's slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and smiled happily up at those big brown eyes.“It sure is big,” she said, “and so hard. Do you want to fuck me with it?”The nod was unmistakable this time.Toshia laughed and said, “Good, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. You can do that, can't you?”He nodded again.“OK, but how are we going to do this?” Toshia looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be of use, but Toshia thought the best option was probably the simplest. She looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near the stream and said, “Can you pick that up and put it over there near that tree?”The Minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it over to where Toshia stood pointing.“Put it right here,” she said. When it was in place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now. Toshia leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did.Toshia looked over her shoulder and said, “How's that?”As if he couldn't believe his luck, the Minotaur carefully reached out to touch Toshia's naked butt. When she didn't scream or run away, he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her cheeks.Toshia pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and said, “Well, don't keep a girl waiting, big fella.”There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Toshia could think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She pushed back against him, making the Minotaur completely fill her.“God, that's good!” she exclaimed.His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her.“Yes, that feels so good!” Toshia almost yelled. “Fuck me!”The Minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus plundered Toshia's tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her head. For a moment Toshia imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it – her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull's head. She would have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this preposterous and incredibly hot scene.“Now that looks like fun!” said a familiar voice from off to Toshia's left.Toshia looked and was completely surprised to see Amy standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute khaki explorer's outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts. She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around in Toshia's mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy's sudden appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn't get scared off. He's still fucking me. So, Toshia decided to go with that thought and respond directly to what Amy had said.“Oh yeah, it is!” she grinned. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”“That doesn't sound like me, does it?” Amy laughed and quickly began to shed her clothes.Toshia turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she was getting, and pushed herself back on the Minotaur's stiff prick. She found herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy's hands on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Toshia and the tree trunk, kissing Toshia's breasts. Amy's fingers moved down along Toshia's belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Toshia's descent from the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Toshia was coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she came, she continued to push back against the Minotaur's hard body. Then, when she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her.“Oh god, yes, yes,” Toshia moaned and then began to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face.“Wow,” Amy breathed as she hugged Toshia's naked and sweaty body to her full breast. “Can I have a turn?”Toshia laughed and said, “I'm sure he'd like that.” She looked over her shoulder, saying, “How about it, big fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?”The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The Minotaur immediately pulled out of Toshia with an audible sucking sound.“Hey, hey!” Toshia cried. “Take it easy there! We're not going to run away on you, and it's just rude to abandon a girl so abruptly.”The Minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Toshia chose to interpret as an apology.Amy was helping Toshia keep her balance as she stepped off the fucking-stone, when Toshia saw that there was what looked like a fancy, large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on it. She went ahead and asked, “What's that?”“Oh, that's the flying carpet,” Amy said. “The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you.”“Um, okay. Where's everyone else, then?”“They're at the castle. Don's fighting the sisters – that's the right word, right? Don's fighting them to make them release you,” Amy explained.Toshia laughed, “Of course he is.” She was suddenly both worried about Don's safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. “Can you make that thing hover in place?”When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Toshia gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs spread.Toshia, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her tongue over Amy's exposed pussy.“Mmm, delicious,” Toshia pronounced, “and already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?”“Oh, can't I have both?” Amy asked. She was already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples.“Can you wait, boy?” Toshia asked over her shoulder with a smile. She took the Minotaur's snort as a “yes” and promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy's moist lips, scooping up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue.“Oh, that feels so good,” Amy murmured.Toshia lapped her tongue over Amy's clit, making the woman shudder and whimper. Toshia began to lick at Amy's clit while moving her hand up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing that the Minotaur's cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was squeezed together, Toshia decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Toshia kept licking Amy's clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Toshia.The floating carpet held its position well, Toshia thought, as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy's cunt. Licking steadily at the clit in front of her, Toshia withdrew her fingers, clustered them together with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy's pussy until her entire hand was inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her breasts and moaning aloud. Toshia kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy, whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Toshia's arm. All the while, Toshia continued licking and now sucking at Amy's clit. Toshia now realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very near future – maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long and hard. Toshia held her hand still, deep inside Amy's clenching vagina, and sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense orgasm.When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet – her full breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath – Toshia slowly withdrew her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the Minotaur, and said, “She's all yours, big fella.”The Minotaur, whose erection had never done more than slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Toshia's place between Amy's thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus slowly into her waiting pussy.“Oh, yes!” Amy said with a grin. “That feels great! Fuck me with that big cock!”The Minotaur didn't hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest of his massive organ into Amy's willing pussy. The carpet didn't budge as he began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the Minotaur with a steady stream of happy grunts and moans.Toshia clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Toshia loved the sight of Amy's nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but Amy stopped her, saying, “Sit on my face, Toshia. I want to lick you.”More than happy to oblige, Toshia quickly straddled Amy's head, facing the Minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered herself down until she felt Amy's mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy proceeded to lick the Minotaur's cum out of Toshia, while her chin pressed against Toshia's clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Toshia noticed that the Minotaur's horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart… She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over Amy's mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy's mouth and Toshia's pussy, Toshia's hands and the Minotaur's horns, and the Minotaur's huge cock and Amy's pussy. Like this they swayed and worked together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release.Toshia found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy's talented tongue and the Minotaur's horns, watching Amy's beautiful pale and perfectly curved body getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly licked and sucked out of her.“Oh, fuck!” Toshia sighed. Then she cried out as she came again, pushing down on Amy's mouth as the explosion of delight swept over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull's horns as she shook and shuddered.Then Amy and the Minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting loudly in the clearing. Toshia managed to get off Amy's face without taking her eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, “Oh, that was wonderful!”Toshia smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy's mouth. After a moment, Amy sighed and Toshia looked down to see that the Minotaur had pulled out of Amy's pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his cock and Amy.“Yum!” Toshia exclaimed and quickly crawled to the edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the Minotaur's hip and urged him closer. When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth, simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the Minotaur's cock, Toshia lowered her mouth to Amy's messy cunt and began to suck and lick up every bit of Minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged Toshia, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69, with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled Minotaur's juice and her own would run down into Toshia's mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took the opportunity to go back to licking Toshia, this time directly concentrating on her clit.While they were engaged with each other like this, they were very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The Minotaur, who apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy's legs, between Amy's pussy and Toshia's mouth. With a little help from Toshia and the Minotaur, Amy adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Toshia could continue licking Amy's clit.Toshia lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Toshia was herself tonguing Amy's clit and the underside of the beast's hard shaft. It didn't take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Toshia followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Toshia's surprise, the Minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn't enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto Toshia's face and into her eager mouth.She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy, very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and all over her face. Laughing, Toshia did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place.Amy moved around so that she could help Toshia out, licking and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for Toshia to slurp down.When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two women sat up and noticed the Minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock was now, finally, deflated.“I like your friend,” Amy grinned. “Can we keep him?”“He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn't he?” Toshia smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the Minotaur, “Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you could use to knock things around.”He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest.“We better get cleaned up before he comes back with another hard-on,” Toshia laughed.As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, “Oh, that reminds me, I have your clothes with me.”“Clothes,” Toshia said as she stepped into the cold water of the stream, “I remember those.”While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, “I was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your friend.”“Well, we better go see if we can help them out,” Toshia smiled. “Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up and whipped or something already.”By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp bodies, the Minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a small tree.“Can we leave that carpet here?” Toshia asked.“I think so,” Amy nodded. “It's only supposed to move where I tell it to.”“That's convenient.”Toshia tried to explain to the Minotaur that she wanted it to follow her and help her out if needed. He seemed to understand all of this to some extent, and fell in behind her as Toshia led him and Amy back toward the castle. Walking on the ground, and without worrying much at all about being quiet, they made good time through the forest. When they came to the crumbling stone wall, Toshia led them around until they came to the clearing in front of the castle's gate.It looked like someone had made a mess out of the ground there in front of the castle, and Toshia naturally feared the worst for Don and the others. In front of the gate were two sentinels – women who took one look at the Minotaur behind Toshia, gaped for a second, and then bolted inside.“OK, let's hope the rest of them are as scared as they were,” Toshia said grimly. “Stay close.”Toshia knew that the sisters could probably gang up on the Bull and bring him down, but it would be a costly victory, and she was hoping they would be too freaked about his sudden appearance at her side to actually fight. She was counting on the elements of surprise and fear to carry the day so that they could get Don, Shelonda and Nicole and get the hell out of there before the sisters had time to collect their wits. With all this in mind, Toshia led her little trio with the big stick into the courtyard of the castle.She wasn't surprised to see the sisters all gathered there armed to the teeth and looking at her and the Minotaur with alarm. They were all scrambling to get as far away from the Bull as they possibly could. Their bogeyman was probably bigger and scarier in real life, and not only had those dangerous horns but was wielding a huge club. She also expected to be confronted by the indomitable Daphne and Brigit.What Toshia had not been expecting, though, was seeing Don at the head of these women. He stood there confidently, his staff held lightly in his hand. He was a bit bloody, and seemed to have the beginnings of a black eye, but he was smiling at her with obvious ease. Also obvious, was the fact that both Daphne and Brigit were standing behind him, looking to him for leadership.“Hi Toshia, we were just coming out to look for you,” he said.“And I was just coming to rescue you,” she said, “but obviously you don't need it.”“And neither do you,” he laughed.Then Don dropped his staff, and caught her in his arms as she rushed across the courtyard. She hugged him tightly, and reveled in having his warm embrace around her. She hadn't really appreciated how much she had missed him until that moment. Finally, they were together again.To be continued.By BradentonLarry for Literotica

Lost in Eros, Book II: The Forest – Part 12Minotaur EncountersBy BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Don stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, and rearranged his clothing. Only now, seeing Daphne's own disheveled and battered state, did he remember that he was covered in sweat and blood. He was about to ask how they were supposed to get out of this room, when a rope ladder was dropped down from the open ceiling.When they climbed up to rejoin Shelonda, Nicole and the sisters, Don was unsurprised to see that the women were succumbing to the tendency to friskiness that ruled this world. Women were making out and fondling each other all over the place. None of it was particularly intense, though, and the reemergence of Don and Daphne was noticed at once. Very quickly all the playing ceased, and the sisters disentangled themselves. Brigit, her face still bloody from her nose, came forward, nodded to them and promptly dropped to one knee, bowing her head. Not quite at once, and sometimes a bit grudgingly, the rest of the Sisterhood took a knee around Don. Only Daphne, Nicole and Shelonda didn't explicitly kneel to his authority.“You honor me by your submission, sisters,” Don said in a loud voice. “You have fought well and there is no shame in this defeat.”Shelonda stepped up and handed him his staff. Don smiled at her and then turned to Daphne and said simply, “Our friend.”Daphne nodded and said to Brigit, “Go fetch the pup.”Brigit got up at once and went, while Don had to suppress a smirk and a chuckle. He tried to be serious as he asked Daphne, “The pup?”Daphne nodded, “That must be your friend. We didn't bother asking her name. You have to earn your place here, and she needed to be … house broken.”Don couldn't help laughing at this. Then he asked, “So, how's that going for you?”Daphne smiled and began to answer when Brigit came back much sooner than expected. The blonde was followed by a naked waif of a brunette who seemed rather distraught.Brigit didn't say anything until she came close enough to Don and Daphne that what she said wouldn't be overheard by more than a few people. Then she whispered, “She seems to have run away.”“Run away?” Daphne seemed confused at the very possibility.“This girl was coming to find me,” Brigit explained. “Apparently .Toshia climbed out a window some time before Don arrived.”Don smiled broadly. I should have realized Toshia wouldn't need to be rescued.Daphne saw his smile and said, “There is reason for concern. Your friend is no fighter and there is some danger in the woods.”“What kind of danger?” Nicole asked.Daphne didn't answer immediately, but said to Brigit, “Get everyone who isn't injured organized into search parties.” Then, once Brigit had nodded and turned away, Daphne said to Don and the others, “There is a dangerous creature that lives in the forest. We call it the Bull.”Chapter 13The Bull: Toshia has charms to soothe the savage beast.Toshia had almost no experience with large animals. She hadn't grown up on a farm or anything. All she could think was that she shouldn't make any aggressive or fast moves. She was glad she didn't have a red cape or anything, but then realized that she didn't even know if that made any sense. Maybe bulls just had poor vision so bullfighters used the bright color to draw their attention. Of course, it was likely that none of this really mattered, since, clearly, this was no ordinary bull.Sure, it had the head of a dark brown bull, with large, dangerous looking horns. Its big dark eyes were watching Toshia carefully. It had a thick bovine neck, covered with proper bull fur… or was it hair on cows? At the shoulders though, everything changed. From there on down, well, until the thighs, the Bull had the body of a big, muscular man, also dark brown, though hairier than she had ever seen a black man's body. His thighs started out human, but transitioned strangely into the legs of a sturdy bull, complete with hooves. How he managed to balance effectively on those feet was a puzzle she set aside for the moment.Toshia held still as the Bull, or, more properly, the Minotaur, took a few steps toward her, moving further into the sunlit clearing. Toshia was not surprised to see that it had a large cock between its legs. She guessed that the Minotaur was two meters tall at the shoulder, but couldn't work out exactly how tall it was altogether, counting the head and horns, particularly since the broad neck bent forward. It had very broad shoulders and superb musculature to support that heavy cranium and those big horns.It looked at her carefully, perhaps wondering why she didn't run off. Toshia was wondering that herself. As it looked at her, its hand moved to its cock. Toshia's eyes followed the motion, and noticed that he was getting hard looking at her naked body. She caught herself smiling at the thought, and wondered if there were any she-Minotaurs in the neighborhood. Maybe that's why he's got a bad reputation, she thought. She decided to try communicating with him.In her sweetest voice she said, “Have you been chasing the girls with that big cock of yours?”The Minotaur blew a little air out of its nose, as if it was laughing, and then Toshia was sure he nodded his big head a little.She decided, or decided to assume, he wasn't going to charge her and kill her, so she stood up. She considered the creature's now hard sex. It was as thick as the Player's, but not quite as long. The sight of it was already making Toshia's pussy wet.“I'm not going to run away,” she said.The Minotaur cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to work out what Toshia was up to.Moving slowly and carefully, Toshia stepped across the little stream and approached the big male, who towered over her. She found herself unmistakably aroused at the Minotaur's undeniably masculine physique and generous equipment. After her time with the satyrs she was well past thinking of these human-animal hybrids from classical mythology as being too alien for sexual congress. In spite of Nina's concerns he didn't seem in the slightest bit like a predator in any meaningful sense. He looked down at her with those deep brown eyes, and Toshia tried to imagine what he was thinking. If he's like everything else around here, she thought, the XYZ has him completely horny.“What about it, big fella,” she said in her soft voice, “have all the girls been too afraid of you to help you out with that?”The Minotaur snorted what she took to be affirmation.Toshia reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. The hair was surprisingly soft, and his muscles were hard under his flesh. She moved her hand up to caress the sinews of his big neck, then down along his firm bicep. When she reached his big hand, she lifted it, a little surprised at how heavy it was. Toshia brought it up to her face and brushed her cheek against the furry back of the hand, and then placed it on naked breast. The Minotaur breathed in and began to caress her with a surprisingly gentle touch. Toshia had been a bit worried that he would be too rough and strong for her, but he seemed quite capable of controlling himself, at least for now.As her body quickened under the bull-man's touch, Toshia reached out and up to trace her fingertips over the end of his large prick. Due to his greater height, the base was as high as her upper belly, and the length put the head about level with her collarbone. She bent her head down and kissed the tip of it. She reached up with her other hand and began to move both hands up and down his length. She couldn't get her fingers around it entirely, but she did her best. In any case, she loved having the hard shaft of flesh in her grasp. Toshia began to kiss the head repeatedly, and then opened her mouth wide to get it past her lips. She bobbed her head a bit on him, enjoying having the meaty organ filling her mouth. Given her new-found mission to see how much she could do with her body, Toshia was quite determined to get this beautiful thing inside her. Her hands moved down to caress his big, full balls as she ran her tongue over his cockhead's slit. She found some salty-sweet precum there and smiled happily up at those big brown eyes.“It sure is big,” she said, “and so hard. Do you want to fuck me with it?”The nod was unmistakable this time.Toshia laughed and said, “Good, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. You can do that, can't you?”He nodded again.“OK, but how are we going to do this?” Toshia looked around the clearing. There was a low rise that looked like it might be of use, but Toshia thought the best option was probably the simplest. She looked around for something she could stand on. She saw a good sized rock near the stream and said, “Can you pick that up and put it over there near that tree?”The Minotaur snorted, almost derisively, and quickly moved over and picked up the big rock as if it was a big bag of groceries. He took it over to where Toshia stood pointing.“Put it right here,” she said. When it was in place, she stood on it, facing the tree. She was about a foot higher now. Toshia leaned forward, bracing her hands on the sturdy tree trunk. The rock was big enough that she could spread her feet out on it some, which she then did.Toshia looked over her shoulder and said, “How's that?”As if he couldn't believe his luck, the Minotaur carefully reached out to touch Toshia's naked butt. When she didn't scream or run away, he moved in closer, and she felt his thick cock against the crack between her cheeks.Toshia pushed back against him, looked over her shoulder and said, “Well, don't keep a girl waiting, big fella.”There was another low bovine snort, and then she felt him pushing himself down between her legs. He must be bending his knees to get the angle right, she thought, and then the big, fat head was pressed against her eager and very wet lips. Then he was pushing into her, and she felt like it was too much for her to take, but only for a moment. Then all Toshia could think was how good it felt to have her pussy filled with that thick cock! She pushed back against him, making the Minotaur completely fill her.“God, that's good!” she exclaimed.His big, broad hands grasped her around the waist, almost closing around her, and he began to work in and out of her.“Yes, that feels so good!” Toshia almost yelled. “Fuck me!”The Minotaur was soon grunting as his massive phallus plundered Toshia's tight, wet pussy. She felt his hot breath on the top of her head. For a moment Toshia imagined the scene as if someone else were seeing it – her tiny body being fucked by this huge thing with a bull's head. She would have reached down to play with her clit, but she needed to keep both hands on the tree to keep her balance. She wished there were someone there to see this preposterous and incredibly hot scene.“Now that looks like fun!” said a familiar voice from off to Toshia's left.Toshia looked and was completely surprised to see Amy standing in the clearing watching her and the Bull. She was wearing a cute khaki explorer's outfit, with a buttoned short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts. She was even wearing hiking boots. There were a lot of things crowding around in Toshia's mind, none of which were adequate to the occasion of Amy's sudden appearance. At the forefront, though, was Oh good! He didn't get scared off. He's still fucking me. So, Toshia decided to go with that thought and respond directly to what Amy had said.“Oh yeah, it is!” she grinned. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”“That doesn't sound like me, does it?” Amy laughed and quickly began to shed her clothes.Toshia turned her attention back to the vigorous fucking she was getting, and pushed herself back on the Minotaur's stiff prick. She found herself eager to feel him filling her with his cum. Then she felt Amy's hands on her body. The sexy blonde had stripped and was now between Toshia and the tree trunk, kissing Toshia's breasts. Amy's fingers moved down along Toshia's belly, dancing lightly over the pink and red scrapes from Toshia's descent from the trees, and quickly began to play with her clit. In mere moments, Toshia was coming, crying out and shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. As she came, she continued to push back against the Minotaur's hard body. Then, when she was coming down, she felt that beautiful cock inside her swelling even more and then it was pumping hot, sweet cum up inside her.“Oh god, yes, yes,” Toshia moaned and then began to come again. She sagged between Amy and her Minotaur lover, tears running down her cheeks and a happy grin plastered on her face.“Wow,” Amy breathed as she hugged Toshia's naked and sweaty body to her full breast. “Can I have a turn?”Toshia laughed and said, “I'm sure he'd like that.” She looked over her shoulder, saying, “How about it, big fella, do you want to fuck my pretty friend here?”The large, horned head nodded emphatically. The Minotaur immediately pulled out of Toshia with an audible sucking sound.“Hey, hey!” Toshia cried. “Take it easy there! We're not going to run away on you, and it's just rude to abandon a girl so abruptly.”The Minotaur made some almost articulate sounds that Toshia chose to interpret as an apology.Amy was helping Toshia keep her balance as she stepped off the fucking-stone, when Toshia saw that there was what looked like a fancy, large area rug in the clearing, with what looked like a back pack or satchel on it. She went ahead and asked, “What's that?”“Oh, that's the flying carpet,” Amy said. “The Wizard lent it to us so we could come rescue you.”“Um, okay. Where's everyone else, then?”“They're at the castle. Don's fighting the sisters – that's the right word, right? Don's fighting them to make them release you,” Amy explained.Toshia laughed, “Of course he is.” She was suddenly both worried about Don's safety and charmed by his foolhardy attempt to be the dashing hero. A number of ideas suggested themselves to her in fairly quick succession, but the one that seemed most pertinent was that there was pleasure to be attended to here in the forest. “Can you make that thing hover in place?”When Amy answered that she was pretty sure she could, Toshia gave her directions and soon the carpet was floating at just the right height and Amy was lying on her back upon it, with her butt on the edge and her legs spread.Toshia, still standing on the ground, leaned in and ran her tongue over Amy's exposed pussy.“Mmm, delicious,” Toshia pronounced, “and already very wet. Want me to go down on you, or have our friend fuck you?”“Oh, can't I have both?” Amy asked. She was already running her hands over her tits, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples.“Can you wait, boy?” Toshia asked over her shoulder with a smile. She took the Minotaur's snort as a “yes” and promptly bent back down to run her tongue up between Amy's moist lips, scooping up the sweet nectar with the end of her tongue.“Oh, that feels so good,” Amy murmured.Toshia lapped her tongue over Amy's clit, making the woman shudder and whimper. Toshia began to lick at Amy's clit while moving her hand up so that she could push two, then three fingers up inside her pussy. Knowing that the Minotaur's cock was easily as big around as her hand when it was squeezed together, Toshia decided Amy could do with the full treatment. Toshia kept licking Amy's clit as she worked her fourth finger into her wet and grasping pussy. Amy gasped and shuddered, but relaxed her vagina to accept the extra intrusion, and even pushed back, encouraging Toshia.The floating carpet held its position well, Toshia thought, as she fucked her four fingers in and out of Amy's cunt. Licking steadily at the clit in front of her, Toshia withdrew her fingers, clustered them together with her thumb and proceeded to push into Amy's pussy until her entire hand was inside the beautiful woman, who was now writhing on the carpet, clutching her breasts and moaning aloud. Toshia kept pumping her hand in and out of Amy, whose juices were flowing freely, running slowly down Toshia's arm. All the while, Toshia continued licking and now sucking at Amy's clit. Toshia now realized that she wanted to be fisted by Amy, Shelonda or Nicole in the very near future – maybe they could take turns! Then, Amy was coming, loud, long and hard. Toshia held her hand still, deep inside Amy's clenching vagina, and sucked on her clit as Amy enthusiastically and vocally rode out her intense orgasm.When Amy collapsed back down on the carpet – her full breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath – Toshia slowly withdrew her sopping, slippery hand, turned to the Minotaur, and said, “She's all yours, big fella.”The Minotaur, whose erection had never done more than slightly subside, moved forward quickly to take Toshia's place between Amy's thighs. Amy smiled up at him as he pushed the big, fat head of his phallus slowly into her waiting pussy.“Oh, yes!” Amy said with a grin. “That feels great! Fuck me with that big cock!”The Minotaur didn't hesitate, and proceeded to push the rest of his massive organ into Amy's willing pussy. The carpet didn't budge as he began to fuck steadily in and out of her. Amy encouraged the Minotaur with a steady stream of happy grunts and moans.Toshia clambered up on the carpet, got on her hands and knees and gave Amy a long, deep kiss, sharing the sweet taste of pussy. Toshia loved the sight of Amy's nice round tits jiggling back and forth as she was fucked steadily. She moved to get her mouth on one of those luscious boobs, but Amy stopped her, saying, “Sit on my face, Toshia. I want to lick you.”More than happy to oblige, Toshia quickly straddled Amy's head, facing the Minotaur so she could watch him fucking Amy. She lowered herself down until she felt Amy's mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Amy proceeded to lick the Minotaur's cum out of Toshia, while her chin pressed against Toshia's clit. Wriggling a little in delight, Toshia noticed that the Minotaur's horns were just over her head, and just the right distance apart… She reached up and took hold of them, using them to hold herself in place over Amy's mouth. In this way the three of them formed a triangle, connected at Amy's mouth and Toshia's pussy, Toshia's hands and the Minotaur's horns, and the Minotaur's huge cock and Amy's pussy. Like this they swayed and worked together, each of them getting closer and closer to orgasmic release.Toshia found the sight of that enormous cock sliding in and out of Amy to be incredibly erotic, in part because she was having a hard time with the fact that her own tiny little body had taken that thing in so wonderfully well. She swayed there, between Amy's talented tongue and the Minotaur's horns, watching Amy's beautiful pale and perfectly curved body getting plundered by this mythical beast with its dark, monstrous cock, and remembered that that same thing had just a short while ago had fucked her as vigorous and filled her with its thick, sweet cum, which Amy now had so eagerly licked and sucked out of her.“Oh, fuck!” Toshia sighed. Then she cried out as she came again, pushing down on Amy's mouth as the explosion of delight swept over her in intense, fiery waves. She held on to the bull's horns as she shook and shuddered.Then Amy and the Minotaur were coming, moaning and grunting loudly in the clearing. Toshia managed to get off Amy's face without taking her eyes off the image of the two bodies coupling in passionate carnal union. As Amy shuddered through the tail end of her orgasm, she moaned, “Oh, that was wonderful!”Toshia smiled down at her friend, and leaned down to give her a long kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Amy's mouth. After a moment, Amy sighed and Toshia looked down to see that the Minotaur had pulled out of Amy's pussy. There was a long rope of white cum hanging between the head of his cock and Amy.“Yum!” Toshia exclaimed and quickly crawled to the edge of the carpet. She caught hold of the Minotaur's hip and urged him closer. When he obliged, she sucked the head of his cock half-way into her mouth, simultaneously getting a mouthful of delicious cum and getting her face covered with the stuff. After sucking down several good swallows of jizz from the Minotaur's cock, Toshia lowered her mouth to Amy's messy cunt and began to suck and lick up every bit of Minotaur cum she could find. Amy happily encouraged Toshia, even to the point of gently rolling the both of them over into a 69, with Amy on top, so every drop of the mingled Minotaur's juice and her own would run down into Toshia's mouth and onto her face. Of course, Amy also took the opportunity to go back to licking Toshia, this time directly concentrating on her clit.While they were engaged with each other like this, they were very close to hanging off the edge of the floating carpet. The Minotaur, who apparently felt left out, took advantage of this situation and came back over to press the head of his big, brown cock between Amy's legs, between Amy's pussy and Toshia's mouth. With a little help from Toshia and the Minotaur, Amy adjusted her hips so he could enter her again, while Toshia could continue licking Amy's clit.Toshia lay there on her back, having her pussy and clit licked by Amy, who was being fucked from behind by a big man-bull, while Toshia was herself tonguing Amy's clit and the underside of the beast's hard shaft. It didn't take much of this before Amy was coming again for the third time. Toshia followed soon after, gasping and moaning underneath Amy. Then, to Toshia's surprise, the Minotaur was coming again as well. His cock swelled in front of her eyes and she watched as he pumped cum up into Amy. Of course, there wasn't enough room for all that cum, so it spilled out around that big cock down onto Toshia's face and into her eager mouth.She tried to catch it all, but when he pulled out of Amy, very slowly, a flood of the sticky, delicious stuff ran out into her mouth and all over her face. Laughing, Toshia did her best to lick Amy clean, but it was no use; there was just too much, and it was all over the place.Amy moved around so that she could help Toshia out, licking and sucking up as much of the cum as she could, or helping scoop it up for Toshia to slurp down.When they were as done as they were likely to get, the two women sat up and noticed the Minotaur was standing by, watching them. His cock was now, finally, deflated.“I like your friend,” Amy grinned. “Can we keep him?”“He certainly does have some good qualities, doesn't he?” Toshia smiled. Then, as she hopped off the carpet, she asked the Minotaur, “Do you have something like a club? You know, a big stick you could use to knock things around.”He looked back at her in apparent confusion, so she looked around for a moment, found a good sized stick and showed him what she had in mind. He seemed to understand and headed off into the forest.“We better get cleaned up before he comes back with another hard-on,” Toshia laughed.As she dropped off the carpet, Amy said, “Oh, that reminds me, I have your clothes with me.”“Clothes,” Toshia said as she stepped into the cold water of the stream, “I remember those.”While they washed the sweat and cum off, Amy said, “I was supposed to just fly around the area out of sight for a while, and then go back to see if the others needed help, but then I saw you and your friend.”“Well, we better go see if we can help them out,” Toshia smiled. “Those women are bad asses and probably have Don tied up and whipped or something already.”By the time they had pulled their clothes on over their damp bodies, the Minotaur had returned, carrying what looked like the trunk of a small tree.“Can we leave that carpet here?” Toshia asked.“I think so,” Amy nodded. “It's only supposed to move where I tell it to.”“That's convenient.”Toshia tried to explain to the Minotaur that she wanted it to follow her and help her out if needed. He seemed to understand all of this to some extent, and fell in behind her as Toshia led him and Amy back toward the castle. Walking on the ground, and without worrying much at all about being quiet, they made good time through the forest. When they came to the crumbling stone wall, Toshia led them around until they came to the clearing in front of the castle's gate.It looked like someone had made a mess out of the ground there in front of the castle, and Toshia naturally feared the worst for Don and the others. In front of the gate were two sentinels – women who took one look at the Minotaur behind Toshia, gaped for a second, and then bolted inside.“OK, let's hope the rest of them are as scared as they were,” Toshia said grimly. “Stay close.”Toshia knew that the sisters could probably gang up on the Bull and bring him down, but it would be a costly victory, and she was hoping they would be too freaked about his sudden appearance at her side to actually fight. She was counting on the elements of surprise and fear to carry the day so that they could get Don, Shelonda and Nicole and get the hell out of there before the sisters had time to collect their wits. With all this in mind, Toshia led her little trio with the big stick into the courtyard of the castle.She wasn't surprised to see the sisters all gathered there armed to the teeth and looking at her and the Minotaur with alarm. They were all scrambling to get as far away from the Bull as they possibly could. Their bogeyman was probably bigger and scarier in real life, and not only had those dangerous horns but was wielding a huge club. She also expected to be confronted by the indomitable Daphne and Brigit.What Toshia had not been expecting, though, was seeing Don at the head of these women. He stood there confidently, his staff held lightly in his hand. He was a bit bloody, and seemed to have the beginnings of a black eye, but he was smiling at her with obvious ease. Also obvious, was the fact that both Daphne and Brigit were standing behind him, looking to him for leadership.“Hi Toshia, we were just coming out to look for you,” he said.“And I was just coming to rescue you,” she said, “but obviously you don't need it.”“And neither do you,” he laughed.Then Don dropped his staff, and caught her in his arms as she rushed across the courtyard. She hugged him tightly, and reveled in having his warm embrace around her. She hadn't really appreciated how much she had missed him until that moment. Finally, they were together again.To be continued.By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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Gemma Styles joins Matt Edmondson and Mollie King in the evian suite in the latest episode of Wimbledon: Between the Lines. She chats about everything from protecting your mental health to her strawberry inspired eco-conscious outfit and what to do if you get trapped under the covers of Wimbledon's iconic Centre Court.Get in touch with your Centre Court memories via @Wimbledon or @evianwater See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

This week, we get random. No plan, no edits, just raw thoughts about Lord of the Rings.  Honestly, we don't remember what we talked about. Enjoy!

EEE EEE eeee EE E E E EEEE EEEE eeeee! AwooooOOOOOO000000oooooooo! Greetings from the Dolphin and the Wolf. This episode is all about Chronotypes. Let's try to learn about our body's natural temporal rhythms and find out why this is all the rage on morning TV programs. Maybe the real treasure will be the frenemies we make along the way. Enjoy bonus content and more by supporting us on Patreon! Join your fellow Earbud Patrons in BTS splendor for as little as $5 a month. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/hannahlyze-this/support

For the life of me, I cannot stop gushing about Scottie Barnes! And I double down after getting called out by a listener by giving Scottie the greatest nickname of all time (or at least the last 5 mins). Then: Tyler Herro on Luka's level? Ughhhhh. Enjoy the rambling! Listen on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/6eLAiQdOZrrUU7uyHyPpnp Follow on twitter https://twitter.com/GaudyStats Subscribe on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9Fuz_cDWf7L3-0gaIVxQqg  

This ‘novel' is an odd entry on the blacklist: why would censors in 1989 ban a publication from 1899? This antique erotica reveals a lot about 19th century kinks as well as the marketing strategies of smut merchants. Pity about the nauseating amounts of racism. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Rachel talks about using 'I wonder' questions to help start a conversation about God with our kids. We answer a question on whether it is disrespectful if our kids wriggle during prayer. Becky interviews a teenager who reflects on her faith journey and shares what has helped her keep and grow her faith.

So the little rock chick does accidental magic while doing on-purpose magic? I mean, 'cause that stuff is getting WEIRD...oh and tentacle monsters...why? "Wriggling" was WAY overused in this one.

Wriggling out of their graves eager to spread death and despair the Sons of Kyuss are a particularly unpleasant, infectious type of undead.- Title Music: Fireworks by Alexander Nakarada (Public Domain)https://freepd.com/electronic.phpWant to get involved in the conversation?- You can leave us a voicemail: https://www.speakpipe.com/RDDRPGPodcast- Or you can email us at: RDDRPGpodcast@gmail.comYou can also find us using the following link: https://wheretofind.me/@Reddicediaries This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit reddicediaries.substack.com

Wriggling out of their graves eager to spread death and despair the Sons of Kyuss are a particularly unpleasant, infectious type of undead.- Title Music: Fireworks by Alexander Nakarada (Public Domain)https://freepd.com/electronic.phpWant to get involved in the conversation?- You can leave us a voicemail: https://www.speakpipe.com/RDDRPGPodcast- Or you can email us at: RDDRPGpodcast@gmail.comYou can also find us using the following link: https://wheretofind.me/@Reddicediaries

I heard wonderful feedback about the last 2 episodes from listeners who really enjoyed hearing shorter, personal stories. Thank you! So today will be another offering from me. Whoa, what a week we just weathered!! From Trump’s disgraceful, abusive behavior during the first presidential debate to learning this past Friday that he and Melania tested positive for the Covid-19. Like many of us, I walk a very fine line between wanting to be informed yet not wanting to be sucked into the chaos that Trump propogates. I tune into current events incrementally and from as many grounded sources that avoid the hype and fear-mongering drama. Even the program title of Jessica Yellin’s Instagram: “News Not Noise” is my style of being informed.   So even though there was nothing surprising about the way Trump conducted himself during Tuesday night’s debate, after all he was in character; he blatantly assaulted everyone of us. Trump’s disrespectful, demeaning, loud, rude, bullying, name-calling, manipulative attacks targeted first at Joe Biden, then the moderator, Chris Wallace, and then clearly at every one of us tuning in. When the 90 minute debate was finally over, I found myself trying to shake off the energetic slime before going to bed that night. Wriggling my hands, flailing my arms, even karate kicking my legs into the air to release all the negativity. And then I thought how do I shake free from the hostile images of Trump spewing, interrupting, lying, diverting? In addition to my body that was needing to release the slime, I wanted to clear my mind. Otherwise, I was bound to have nightmares!! I was relieved to have readily available my recent podcast offering of a guided meditation. I lay down, turned on the episode and immediately began to breathe slower and deeper. Perfect for moments like these, and I actually fell asleep quickly and slept through the night peacefully. We are being asked to flex our resilience muscles, through the pandemic over these past 6 months, through the debacle of this last debate and as we approach more political and pandemic uncertainty ahead. Many of us keep rebounding from all this adversity, learning how to resiliently withstand and expand, in the face of despair.  It takes a toll on our hearts. Since our hearts have been recently stressed, pulled and yanked so intensely, I felt drawn to offer you another guided meditation. This one is for our hearts. May it help build heart resiliency and tenderness. Enjoy the podcast! Links: Jessica Yellin- News Not Noise Guided Meditation, Episode 127

This week, Tom and Dean discuss the merits of the modern game review and Ghost of Tsushima before diving into Rygar for the NES! Rygar brings us to discussions on the importance of instruction manuals on old games, checkpointing vs. long-term saves, and making blind exploration worth your time. Also, behold what may be the WORST GAME MUSIC TRACK OF ALL TIME. We also talk about how bizarre the actual instruction manual is (it's the source of this episode's title). You can check it out for yourself right here: http://www.thegameisafootarcade.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Rygar-Game-Manual.pdf --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/retrobreakdown/support

"The mystery of the strange elixir seemingly completed for now, the party returned to the Shaded Bough Inn as Talindra and Enak perform a haunting, melodic song together for the patrons, and the rest of the party arrive and begin preparations for what they should call themselves on the official documents being drafted up by the Deastok crownsguard." ---Legends of Wildemount is a campaign set in the setting of Wildemount as seen on the hit Twitch D&D series "Critical Role" and uses the Explorer's Guide to Wildemount book. This book can be found on D&D Beyond and where you can satisfy your tabletop needs.---Vinlock "Gravel" Feldspar (Gnome Inquisitive Rogue) - Played by Garrett Enak the Fractured (Goliath Fighter/Paladin) - Played by Lex Lindak Ardorim (Aasimar Echo Knight Fighter) - Played by Darryl Talindra Daev'yana (Drow College of Glamour Bard) - Played by Brogan ---Mimics & Monstrosities Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/mimicsnmonstros...Mimics & Monstrosities Twitter - @MimicsNMonstros Mimics & Monstrosities Discord - https://discord.gg/kMyeYRtMimics & Monstrosities Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/mimicsnmonstr...Donate to help us keep this up! - https://streamlabs.com/mimicsnmonstro..---Huge thanks to CD Projekt Red and Blizzard Entertainment for allowing us the use of their soundtracks from their various IPs.

In space, everyone can hear that you’re steaming drunk. Dear listeners, In the run up to Christmas 2019, the creators of this podcast decided to gather together in person (rather than on the safety of discord) and record a live session. What follows is the scrambled transmission of five drunken would-be-podcasters, who became actual-audio-criminals. Whisky was drunk in abundance. Mistakes were made in equal measure. Please join us in widening our understanding of the month of December (despite this being uploaded in February), as the party bumble their way through a single fight, guided by the shaky hands of their increasingly intoxicated and belligerent creators. Welcome to our Esper Genesis podcast, telling the brand spanking new story of an unlikely group of galactic nobodies caught up in something far bigger than they expected. Listen as their tale unfolds and they find new and exciting ways of making the games master despair. This truly is D&D in spaaaaaaaaaaace.   Think science fiction. Expect to find; Star Wars, Star Trek, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica, Farscape, Firefly, Rick and Morty and Red Dwarf. Esper Genesis is a science fiction TTRPG compatible with Dungeons and Dragons 5e.   Credits: Jon Coleman (GM), Aaron Madray (Colm ‘Hudd’ Hudnarajan), Mike Cole (Aldora the Explorer), Tom Owen (Rebook Ungart), Tom Kirk (Dumas Corriban) Special musical credit to Mattia Cupelli, creator of the beautiful piano piece used in the intro: https://soundcloud.com/mattiacupelli/touch-download-and-royalty-free-piano-music

In this episode, we interview Impact Nations' founder and president, Steve Stewart.Steve delves into his testimony and prayer life. Tim and Steve also discuss the founding of Impact Nations and Journeys of Compassion.Today's episode is brought to you by our Journeys of Compassion to Kenya (October 13-25) and Nepal (November 17-29).In his discussion of Prayer, Steve references several writings which influence his life. Below are links to each of them.Brother Lawrence- Practicing the Presence Jeanne Guyon- Experiencing the Depths of Christ Julian of Norwich- The Revelations of Divine LoveTheresa of Avila- The Interior CastleThe Book of Common Prayer Shane Claiborne- Common Prayer: A Liturgy for the Ordinary Radical

Today we look at one of the grosser and more unsettling phenomena we've ever turned our gaze towards, the Mongolian Death Worm! Often described as having the appearance of a long intestine overflowing with blood, whose movements are almost always characterized by 'writhing' or 'wriggling', it's no wonder we almost couldn't make it through this one. We'll take you on a grand adventure through time in the Gobi Desert, that funhouse of horrors deep in Mongolia. We'll explore the most important people connected with the Worm, this Olgoi-Khorkhoi, as we make our own expedition to get to the bottom of what's really going on around here. We hope you'll enjoy!

Today we look at one of the grosser and more unsettling phenomena we've ever turned our gaze towards, the Mongolian Death Worm! Often described as having the appearance of a long intestine overflowing with blood, whose movements are almost always characterized by 'writhing' or 'wriggling', it's no wonder we almost couldn't make it through this one. We'll take you on a grand adventure through time in the Gobi Desert, that funhouse of horrors deep in Mongolia. We'll explore the most important people connected with the Worm, this Olgoi-Khorkhoi, as we make our own expedition to get to the bottom of what's really going on around here. We hope you'll enjoy!

Lynda's struggle ends and I explore the timing and the sounds as Laurie realizes that something is very wrong tonight.

Friendo might have a bunch of bombs (almost literally) burning a hole in her pocket, but that doesn’t make her a monster. That also doesn’t …

Gollum informs Sam of his culinary preference. GUEST: Scott Carelli Email us: contact@lordoftheringsminute.com Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr And be sure to join our listener group: Fellowship of the Mic! Special Thanks to Patreon Associate Producer: Ed Foster

When you set a price on something, it should be the number that is what you are worth and profitable on. Wriggling around on price isn’t something I do. In freelancing, you need to know your numbers and this is a paramount opportunity for you to stand out from the crowd. But I will offer other options. These options are reduced scope of work which then corresponds to a reduced price.

After about a week of eye irritation, which she thought might be caused by a stray eyelash, Beckley took a close look in the mirror and found the real culprit. What she pulled out was a wriggling, translucent worm, about a half-inch long. And it wasn't the only one in her eye. The worms in Beckley's eye were from the species Thelazia gulosa, which had not been known to infect humans. Jeff and Anthony are left squirming. GET BONUS EPISODES, VIDEO HANGOUTS AND MORE. VISIT: http://patreon.com/wehaveconcerns Get all your sweet We Have Concerns merch by swinging by http://wehaveconcerns.com/shop Hey! If you’re enjoying the show, please take a moment to rate/review it on whatever service you use to listen. Here’s the iTunes link: http://bit.ly/wehaveconcerns And here’s the Stitcher link: http://bit.ly/stitcherwhconcerns Or, you can send us mail! Our address: We Have Concerns c/o WORLD CRIME LEAGUE 1920 Hillhurst Ave #425 Los Angeles, CA 90027-2706 Jeff on Twitter: http://twitter.com/jeffcannata Anthony on Twitter: http://twitter.com/acarboni Today’s story was sent in by Joshua Brown: http://www.businessinsider.com/woman-infected-with-thelazia-gulosa-eye-worms-parasites-2018-2 If you’ve seen a story you think belongs on the show, send it to wehaveconcernsshow@gmail.com, post in on our Facebook Group https://www.facebook.com/groups/WeHaveConcerns/ or leave it on the subreddit: http://reddit.com/r/wehaveconcerns

Mothercraft Nurse Chris Minogue points parents in the right direction in this episode by helping a 7 month old eat better during the day (so they need less feeding at night), how to dress a wriggly 11 month old and how much awake time a 9 month old should have before nap time.

 The main cast is back and putting an end to the Princes of the Apocolypse!Join Kellie (Sister Solace), Kerrie (Tallyn), Brittany (Stranger #1- the Pirate Barbarian Half Orc), Nicole ('Stag'- Outlander Druid is now a SPIDER!!), Jess (Hugh Mann) Jaaz (Kriv) and myself as we stave off the Apocalypse! "We are the pole dancers!""Sobek is not happy""Spoiled but not Wriggling!" Help support the show at Patreon.com/CPPN http://creativeplayandpodcastnetwork.com/

Scripture: Luke 16:1-15 Pastor Richard Strick

TSORH #11 - Wriggling and Wiggling and Copulating Inside Her. Somehow we've got through to show 10 of the run unscathed. Richard is nervous about another unexpectedly complex show, We're All Going To Die! Will this be where he stumbles and falls? Will he actually die on stage? Hear his pre and post match analysis, plus an airborne stage invasion at a weirdly apt time. Herring also looks forward to the last two remaining shows, Lord of the Dance Settee and the as yet, not entirely written, Happy Now?

Rom 12:1 – Offer yourself as a living sacrifice. We might offer ourselves, but we often try wriggle out of the heat.

Join Cat Sandion for a dance session exploring some of the creatures of the sea. Today the children dance as snapping crabs and lobsters, wriggling octopuses and the shoals of fish which swim around a shipwreck, then hide from a hungry shark.

Join us as we'll discuss:How to Speak UP and ask for what you want.How to Show UP and make powerful connections.How to get Fired UP and be courageous and authentic. DeLores Pressley, Motivational Speaker, Confidence Coach and Personal Power Expert, is the CEO of DeLores Pressley Worldwide and Founder of UP Woman; a movement to empower women. Her motto is “Be Undeniably Powerful.” She is the author of Oh, Yes You Can, Clean Out the Closet of Your Life and Believe in the Power of You.DeLores serves as the President of The ABCD, Inc. Board of Directors, Board Member of the O’Jays Scholarship Committee and President Elect for the National Speakers Association’s Ohio Chapter Board. She is the Co-Host of radio show; “Wriggling in the Middle” heard on WHBC am in Canton, OH. Her story has been touted in Washington Post, Black Enterprise, Essence, Ebony, and SPEAKER magazines. She is a frequent media guest and has been interviewed on every major network: including OPRAH and Entertainment Tonight. To learn more about DeLores go to www.BornToBeUP.com.