The Tale of the Minotaurs

In a distant land to the south, there was once a country of men descended from marooned Greeks who had been lost at sea during the Trojan war. Those sailors had barely escaped a raging storm with their lives, their vessel badly damaged and their supply of food and water dwindling. By providence, they spotted land, and were saved.

The earliest records kept during that time called the local people 'fairies.' They were a long-lived tribe, living to nearly 200 years, but they were petite in shape, rarely taller than five feet. The human sailors also noted that these fairies were always born in twins and triplets, never a single child.

The sailors, saved but stranded, settled the country and took the local people for wives. As a result of many generations of intermarriage, the people of this country were unusually long-lived and were prone to twins and triplets, for which they would proudly credit their fairy blood. But as for the fairies themselves, they no longer remained a separate people, and nothing of their old customs were remembered.

There was another kingdom inland, but for them, there was no explanation. The people of this land had the bodies of men but the heads and cocks of bulls. It was believed that the goddess of fertility had grown frustrated with human men and so had created a race of beast-men to more swiftly populate the earth. However, these minotaurish men had their own beliefs and their own gods, and the humans did not know how they accounted for themselves.

The humans were long at war with the minotaurs. Minotaurish warriors would descend upon the outlying farms, where they would steal livestock and women. Border skirmishes plagued the human country for centuries as the borderlands were won and lost at the expense of many lives on both sides.

It was therefore greatly celebrated when by royal proclamation, the princess of the human country announced that a treaty had been reached with the minotaurish king. He had agreed to put a stop to the endless skirmishes and introduce a permanent peace between the neighboring countries.

There would be no more violence; indeed, the two peoples would blend as one, and would be family to one another. At first this puzzled the human citizens, but the princess's proclamation stipulated how this would be accomplished: every year, at the end of the harvest season, a number of unmarried maidens would be selected for the honor of being matched with ambassadors from the minotaurs, in the hope that these maidens would bear minotaurish children.

In only a century or two, the people of both countries would become one people, as had happened to the fairies and the ancient men who were this country's ancestors. As the humans of the country usually bore twins, the cultural exchange would happen very quickly.

And so the unmarried women were collected to a private residence where the ambassadors were hosted. The princess herself was an unmarried maiden, and she arrived with her retinue of lady knights, resembling Andromeda in her white sacrificial garment. The linen was so fine that the gathered party could see the pink color of her nipples through her dress. Her breasts, though very large, stood pert, and her nipples were hard points. Her hair was done in one long, flaxen braid down her back.

There were twenty maidens gathered with her, a mix of farm girls and noble ladies. For the sake of order, the minotaurish king and the princess had decided to match twenty maids with twenty minotaurish men for each night of the harvest month. In total, six hundred maidens would be deflowered each year. This would be repeated as a yearly tradition until no more distinction could be made between who was human and who was minotaurish.

The twenty chosen minotaurs stood at polite attention. It was not their way to wear clothing that covered the groin, though otherwise the men were formally attired in gold and leather vestments. The maidens stared at the bared cocks of the minotaurish men; even flacid, they were impossibly big. However, with their princess standing among them, none of the maidens dared to dishonor herself by begging to be excused. If the princess was willing, then so were they.

The princess clapped her hands to bring the room to order.

"As your princess and the architect of this new way of life, it will be my honor to be the first," she said. She motioned for her lady knights to stand aside. The princess stepped down from her dais and approached the nearest of the minotaurish men. His body was almost entirely covered in thick red hair--the hair only thinned over his stomach and arms. The eyes of a bull blinked down at her as the princess reached her delicate hand forward for his cock.

It was long and thick, with throbbing veins. It sprang up against the princess's hand, the strangely-shaped head pushing into her palm. The minotaur let her stroke him, his cock growing fatter and harder with every touch of her hands. The maidens tittered and gasped as they watched, hearts pounding at the thought of something that large invading their insides.

The minotaur suddenly took the princess's breasts in two large, rough hands. He stroked them in a milking motion, squeezing down toward her nipples. The princess arched her back, her mouth falling open in a gasp. She dropped the minotaur's cock.

The minotaur spun her around and bent her over; the princess gave another gasp of surprise. The minotaur shoved her dress up her legs and thrust his cock between her thighs. The maidens gasped as the giant cock nestled between the princess's pussy lips. The princess groaned and licked her lips as he began to slide it up and down the length of her pussy. The head of his cock dragged on her clit, and the princess subconsciously arched against the minotaurs body.

Encouraged, the minotaur thrust his hips forward, slapping a giant pair of balls against the backs of the princess's thighs. When he thrust forward, the head of his cock peeked through the princess's legs; it was so long, it reached almost all the way up to her belly button. His cock glistened with precome and pussy juices. Forced to watch the spectacle, many of the maidens felt their own cunts begin to drip. More than one licked their lips at the sight of a white bead forming at the slit of the minotaur's cock.

The princess breathed heavily, staring down at the cockhead as it slid against her. Her pussy was weeping in anticipation; her face burned as the sound of the minotaur's frotting became that of loud, wet slaps. Then the minotaur reached around for her breasts again. He pulled on them a couple of times, then became frustrated with the fabric of the princess's dress. He ripped it in half down the back in one neat tear; with the princess bent forward, the dress fell from her in one motion. Now he could take her breasts in two huge fistfuls. He tugged to his heart's desire, pinching at the princess's nipples, kneading, and slapping the large, heavy breasts that now dangled freely in front of the princess's face. The princess's mouth hung open and a low, cow-like moan escaped her. She thrust her hips back against the minotaur, her clit throbbing against the slick, hot cock.

She felt the minotaur's hands go to her thighs as he readjusted his position. She helpfully squeezed her legs closed around his cock, desperate to feel the pressure against her pussy again. She felt an animal snort of hot air against her back. Then, blessedly, the return of the warm cock. He nudged the head against her at a different angle than before; the princess only realized what was happening as her feet left the floor. The minotaur's cock pushed into her entrance, forcing her legs as wide as they could go. He held her up in the air with her knees pushed up to her shoulders, her pussy on display for everyone to see as the minotaur's cockhead was swallowed inside.

"Oh gods, it's too much," the princess wailed. Her cunt throbbed around the head of his cock. She couldn't see past her breasts, but the rest of the room could see that only the tip was inside. Without warning, the minotaur thrust the rest of his cock inside her in one fluid motion. He pulled her down until his balls were flush against her pussy.

The princess shrieked as his girth pushed inside. She felt his cockhead strain against her cervix. She struggled in place, but she was impaled on his cock. It was as easy for the minotaur to hold her in the air and fuck her as it was for him to fuck his own hand.

With another animal snort, the minotaur pulled her a few inches up, then dragged her back down. The princess wailed and moaned, drool beginning to run from her open mouth. He moved her up and down on his cock, snapping his hips up with each brutal thrust in. As the minotaur bounced the princess on his cock, her wails turned more lustful. Her breasts slapped up against her chin at his breakneck pace, the princess gasping and moaning. He drilled into her for only a minute before the princess came. The princess's cunt clamped around him and she grunted animalistically as his continued thrusts dragged the orgasm out for minute after minute.

The minotaur stopped supporting her legs, letting them dangle as he plowed into her. The princess was too weak to support herself and doubled forward, arms and legs knocking together as the minotaur fucked into her. She hadn't known he was capable of fucking her harder until he smashed against her pussy in a frantic bid to come. The princess moaned and panted as she started to come again. The minotaur slammed inside her; she felt his balls pulse repeatedly as he came, thick ropes of come spurting into her womb.

The princess kept on coming on his cock as he shot his load inside, her pussy squeezing out every drop. Gradually, she began to catch her breath, the minotaur still inside her. She looked up at the room full of maidens and minotaurs; it had fallen into chaos. One of the girls was on her knees, sucking a minotaur's cock into her mouth. Several were being pounded on hands and knees, groaning and wailing. Still one other was riding a seated minotaur, squatting down onto his cock and teasing the head before lifting off again--the game only lasted so long until the minotaur grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down to the root. The girl passed out, then the minotaur began to fuck up into her slumped body.

The princess wiggled, starting to try to slide herself off the minotaur's softening cock, but her feet were still dangling a few inches above the ground. She pushed back against the minotaur as she strained to get her feet on the ground, but discovered that this only caused the minotaur's cock to shift inside her come-filled cunt. Come began to escape down the backs of her legs. As the princess wiggled, she felt the minotaur's cock begin to grow hard again. He let her slip almost all the way off his cock, the tips of her toes touching the floor, before he pushed back inside her again.

"Oh, gods," the princess moaned. The minotaur pinned her down to the floor, her hands trapped underneath her, and began to slowly pull his cock in and out of her. The princess whimpered as his come escaped down her thighs with each thrust. She felt bloated. The princess touched her stomach; her hands froze in place at the feeling of a foreign bulge. She felt her stomach stretch around the shape of the minotaur's cock as he slowly built up speed to fuck her again. The princess's cunt twitched; she pressed down on the bulge with both hands, and the minotaur reacted by fucking her harder. The princess moaned against the floor, squeezing the minotaur's cock through her own stomach as he slammed into her, heavy balls slapping her pussy as if he was spanking her with a hand.

The princess kept her hands in place as she started to come for the third time. Her pussy clenched around the minotaur, and this time when the minotaur came, the princess felt each pulse of his cock through the taut skin of her stomach, his streams of come shooting right up against her cervix. She felt herself growing heavy, her womb waterlogged with two massive loads of come.

Blearily, the princess raised her head. All around her, well-fucked maidens moaned and drooled, starry-eyed. The maiden who had passed out was awake and grunting like an animal, her eyes rolled back in her head as she was pounded. Her stomach was bloated, as if she was already two months pregnant. As the princess looked around, she saw it was the same for the other girls. After taking a load or two, their wombs were full. Her own lady knights were among them, she realized. They had been stripped only of the armor that covered their breasts and cunts, writhing on the ground in their greaves and pauldrons while the minotaurs fucked them.

Finally, the minotaur fucking the princess withdrew his cock. A stream of come escaped down the princess's thighs. She tried to get up, but her legs were shaking too much. Stuck with her bare, throbbing pussy in the air, the princess watched her carefully planned treaty unfold. The maidens were insatiable; one stroked two minotaur cocks, one in each hand, while a third slapped up into her. One of the lady knights shrieked in ecstasy as she orgasmed, her legs shaking as much as the princess's.

The princess heard footsteps on the floor. They stopped right behind her.

"It was so good of you to sign that treaty," came a voice that she recognized as that of the king of the minotaurs. She moaned and tried to get up, but her muscles failed her. "It's to the benefit of both our kingdoms. Your cows of childbearing age will be much happier with a regular fucking."

"That... that isn't in the treaty," the princess said. Her cunt pulsed at the thought, releasing another slow stream of come down her thighs.

"Oh, yes, but they'll want a minotaur for a husband now," the king said. The princess gasped as she felt something hard against her swollen pussy lips. The king was rubbing himself in between her labia, getting himself wet. "Almost all of them will. And those who don't find a minotaurish match will be so insatiable that they will have to go into the whoring business just to get to sleep at night."

The princess groaned. The king's cockhead pushed against her clit. The princess started to come again, her whole body shaking.

The minotaurish king pushed his cock inside her, sliding it all the way to the root with a squelching sound. He was even bigger than the last minotaur, his cock so thick that she wouldn't have been able to take him without the first minotaur to prepare her. The princess's eyes began to roll back; she was still coming as she passed out.

When the princess came to again, it was to the sound of her own voice; she grunted and moaned lewdly with each stroke of the king's cock. He pistoned into her, driving her toward yet another orgasm that made her whole body convulse. She writhed under him, screaming with transcendent pleasure that couldn't compare to the first four orgasms she'd had. The king's balls slapped her pussy, two huge fist-sized things.

The king grunted and snapped his hips brutally; the princess wailed, her cunt squeezing around him, as the head of his giant cock pushed on her cervix. She felt another invasion, what felt like the girth of another cock entering her pussy, but realized that the king was pushing his balls inside her. The girth was too much; the princess lay on the floor with her legs so wide her knees were up by her breasts. Those two hard fists pushed into her, fucking into her pussy entrance until she came so hard she passed out again.

The king was still inside her when she came to; possibly only a few seconds had passed, possibly he had already come inside her once and this was round two. Either way, the king's balls pulsed just inside her pussy, and stream after stream of come filled her up. His cockhead strained against her cervix, depositing his load directly into her womb.

The king pulled out. He gave her pussy lips an appreciative wet slap that had the princess quivering on the edge of another orgasm.

"To many happy marriages in the future," he said. The princess only moaned. The king left, but it wasn't long before another cock filled her hole.

*

During the first years of the unification, visitors to the kingdom wrote about their travels there as if they had stumbled upon heaven on earth. Minotaurish women were naturally large-breasted, and their hips, already wide, would grow wider under the weight of twins and triplets. The human men of the country were besotted by them. The human women in the kingdom, equally charmed by minotaurish men, were sexually insatiable. The city became known for its brothels, and the kingdom grew prosperous with the tourism that followed.

As for the princess, she formalized the union of the two kingdoms by marrying the minotaurish king. She dressed in minotaurish fashion, in gold jewelry and leather, keeping her breasts and cunt bare, as was the popular style. She was beloved by her minotaurish subjects as well as her human ones. The royal records show the princess having borne twenty children in ten years, which was triple the average recorded for the country ten years previous. The national average spiked as more human women married minotaurish men. Fifteen was the mean number of children per household only twenty years later.

Although the people had successfully blended to the point that one could no longer tell minotaur from human at a glance, the yearly ceremony continued, adopted by the people as a symbolic festival of prosperity after the harvest. It was a time for the people of the kingdom to celebrate the bounty of the earth with the planting of new seed.

Three centuries later, little memory remained of the human kingdom that had been swallowed into the minotaurish one. The kingdom was best known for its brothels. Visitors described the women as big-breasted and remarked on their cow horns and hairy, satyr-like lower halves. The brothel whores would fuck insatiably, and if tourists came during the harvest festival, the brothels were free.

The fashion had changed over three hundred years of trade with outside nations, but adult women still kept their breasts uncovered. Gold jewelry and piercings, especially through the nose and nipples, were almost universal for men and women. However, draped fabrics had become the norm over leather, as these conveyed the wealth of the prosperous kingdom. These were worn with long slits all the way to the midriff, under which no undergarment would be worn. Men would cover themselves while working with loincloths or leather kilts, but at home or for formal occasions, many would drape expensive cloth over their shoulders, which would reach as far as the knee. This cloth would be decoratively twisted or pinned, often with the groin area in view.

The kingdom entered an era of peace, during which it became the wealthiest land in that foreign part of the world. The minotaurish king and his human princess were remembered as the great unifiers of their people, and their legacy would be honored by six hundred minotaurish maidens each year for centuries to come.