Cillandra - The way of the Ancients

Hello Lit fans. This is my first attempt at writing a fantasy story that can become a series of stories that revolve around a main central character. I warn that it is longer than I have previously written, but feel it has a readable tempo. Tell me what you liked and tell me what you didn't like or if you think I should continue with the character development going forward. My only hope is you enjoy the story for what it is...

Cillandra blew the air from her cheeks in a frustrated raspberry of exhaustion. She had been walking this island for a while. The sun had been low in the sky when she had been dropped by boat in the only cove that allowed access to these upper lands. Since then, she had been steadily climbing upward along a rough and unstable goat track, with the sun now baking hot and past its highest point.

Needing a break from the monotonous walk, Cillandra rested in the dappled shade of an old, weathered olive tree just off the path and surveyed the distant ocean from her lofty vantage point. She caught a view of a distant sail and her thoughts drifted to those bastard overseers who had brought her to this, dare she say it, God forsaken island. The overseers in their studiest duties had emptied the very bladder of water she so desperately wanted to drink from now. She was then un-ceremonially dumped off the skiff and abandoned to her fate, with only the promise to be retrieved on the same day, some two full seasons of cycles from this very day. Marooned with an empty drinking bladder, her gilded dagger, a striking flint, her small rucksack containing some rope, a small blanket, a small wrist sized shield that doubled as a plate and the clothes that she wore.

Cillandra was a Nymph and a beautiful one at that. From the top of her braided golden hair to the base of her sandaled feet, she oozed femininity. Her eyes were a piercing green hue and set into a kind and caring face with full plump lips. A slender neck joined her head to her firm petite shoulders. She sported full pert breasts that bounced lightly as she walked, a taught navel, narrow hips, muscular buttocks, long shapely legs and her skin was tanned and flawless. She wore a travelling tunic with cape, an etched leather belt with scabbard and was adorned in fine gold jewelry accents that denoted her importance.

Taking the bladder from the rucksack she manipulated the cork free and using her long nimble tongue, probed the only moisture available from the pour hole before setting the bladder back and continuing on her journey up the rocky goat track.

Before long the track levelled off onto a broad plateau at the very top of the island. The remnants of a small ruined settlement lay within its realm. There was an ancient stone building with its roof half collapsed, what appeared to be a wrecked stable, a raised stone lookout overlooking the sparkling sea with a full 360-degree view of the surrounds, a large sundial that strangely looked almost perfect made from brass. She took the opportunity to place a smoothed pebble found nearby to mark the suns position on her first day. "Looks like this is home for tonight" Cillandra said out loud.

Taking a moment to explore her surroundings, she discovered a flock of birds nesting in a nearby olive grove and took the opportunity to harvest some eggs for her evening meal. Also, Cillandra found a small natural spring, it was located near a pile of large boulders but was too small to fill the drinking bladder. She instead got on all fours and lapped at the water before it disappeared below the boulders. The refreshing drink was most welcome as she slowly drank her fill.

The sun, now setting over the horizon as Cillandra set a small fire, placed her newly acquired eggs onto the hot shield she had placed by the side of the fire and watched them cook. The aroma of the food awakened her appetite for the first time and as she settled in to eat the meal, her thoughts lingered of home. How she wanted to be back in Gormal. How she wanted the perfumed oils of a luxurious bath. How she wished she could have enjoyed herself as an eighteen-year-old who had now come of age. She sighed, and set to eat her meal. Over time the sun passed into the sea and a pitch of darkness never before seen by her descended over the island, the light and warmth of the fire now a comfort, along with the dagger, kept in its sheath under the blanket she lay beneath. The effort of the day clawed at her and pulled her into the realm of sleep.

The call of nearby cattle stirred her from her slumber, the night still heavy did nothing for her senses. She strained to see if the herd was close in the darkness, as the calls now had all but died away. She placed some more wood on the fire and made a pact to find the herd in the morning, then drifted back to sleep. All the while the eyes of an unseen observer upon her.

The first rays of sun lapped at Cillandra's face and she came too in an instant. She excitedly packed her things into her rucksack and looked around the nearby area for the signs of cattle. She was surprised to not find any, anywhere. The few hours spent searching the plateau had made her hot and frustrated. Passing the sun dial she placed another pebble on the ground close to the first one but not quite in the same place. And then headed over to the spring. After lapping at the water again, she sat in the shade of one of the bigger boulders with her back against it. The cool of the rock, calming her irritation. She closed her eyes, and her breathing slowed, her hearing now tuned into the world around her. Cillandra focused on the sound of the sea breeze rushing through the leaves of nearby trees and then.... there came another sound, it took a moment of intense listening to recognize it, Cillandra's brow furrowed as she concentrated." It's water dripping" she exclaimed." And close" she continued. Springing to her feet she searched for the source.

The spring was only feet from where she stood, the boulders loomed large over her. "Could it be?" she clambered up the pile of enormous rocks to their summit and there in the middle of the pile, a large dark hole. She cautiously peered inside and to her amazement saw a stone staircase peeling into the darkness with the unmistakable sound of water dripping deep below. She took a stone and dropped it into the hole and after a few seconds heard the satisfying sound of splashing water. Enough to fill the empty bladder.

Summoning her courage she slipped into the hole, found her footing on a stair, allowed her eyes to adjust to the darker environment and began the decent of the staircase. The inside of the hole below the height of the boulders widened out into a massive cavern and she realized she was climbing down a shaft of pure carved limestone, its steps worn with time and by the ancient footsteps of previous inhabitants. The way lit by the shaft of light from the top and reflected in dancing shapes on the walls by the water beneath. A short time passed and she found herself at the bottommost step. The pool of water completely surrounding the column except for a small path leading to another large boulder at the base of the caverns wall.

Taking her water bladder from the rucksack, she sampled the water in the pool and found it clean and drinkable, then proceeded to fill the bladder to its maximum, before capping it and setting it back into her sack. Her thoughts now changing to her own needs. She was in need of a bath, having been hot, sweaty and generally unkept for the last week since the overseers claimed her from her parents.

Cillandra removed her sandals, then her belt and lastly pulled the loosened tunic over her head, revealing her naked body to the cavernous space. She slowly stepped into the water, the chill of the water causing her skin to pull into small goosebumps over her entire body and her nipples to pull tight and become erect. Deeper she waded with the water slowly working its way higher with every step she took. First her calves, then her knees, then thighs until the water lapped at the base of her buttocks and ebbed at the folds of her pussy. She stood still, taking a moment to feel the caress of the water. She savored the sensation, longed for more, then dived forward, allowing the water to completely envelope her body as a whole. The feeling was one of pure pleasure. Dirt, grime and frustration gone in an instant.

Enjoying her newly found source of water, she rubbed her hands all over her body, taking care to clean carefully under her breasts, her fingers sending small sparks of excitement through her cells as they brushed and caresses her hardened nipples, then she cleaned between her toes and continued on by rubbing her tired leg muscles till she came to her sex. Her fingers traced the outer folds of her private sanctum and felt the coarse stubble of hair that had grown since her last cleaning, a scowl formed on her face. She waded back to her kit, fetched her dagger from its sheath. Then carefully sitting in the shallows took the dagger with its razor-sharp edge and shaved the offending hairs from her body. After inspecting her work, she returned the blade to its home and continued with her bath.

Her fingers again traced the folds of her sex, delving in and out as she cleaned her pussy, her fingers working the most sacred of her folds. It may have been the fact she was clean, feeling good about her improving situation or the embrace of the cool water but before long cleaning gave way to a heated self-discovery. Her thumb brushing her rapidly hardening clitoris. She worked the nub with just the right pressure, the electric sensations it produced made her breathing quicker and more labored and when she pushed her middlemost finger passed her folds and into her hot, tight, lubricated hole, her pussy spasmed. A quick but intense orgasm ripped through her. She moaned out in ecstasy and the echo reverberated around the cavern as she came. Cillandra gave a little smile at the sound of her own moan. The sensations of her orgasms had become more powerful as she grew older. She loved to discover herself as regularly as she could. She would imagine the charming dignitaries, the rough sailors of the port or even the cute peasant folk that crossed her path putting their fingers or more into her, but to date none had been so lucky.

Now clean, Cillandra took the opportunity to wash her tunic. Down on all fours she felt the throb of her aching sex as the wind blew over and around her wet body, her scent carried in the breeze, she smelt herself, sweet and morish. She took a moment to savor the smell. She continued cleaning her tunic, wrung it out and put it back over her body, its wet fabric clinging to her body and where it met her skin was slightly transparent, but with the heat she was now omitting it would dry in no time.

After gathering her gear up, Cillandra followed the small path toward the large boulder and was intrigued to find that it continued around and behind it to a large doorway cut into the rock and then vanished into the dark beyond. In the doorway adorned to the wall, lay an old torch. Taking her striking flint, she lit the torch, took it from its holder and ventured further forward. The path was anything than easy to follow as it changed direction on itself, sometimes split into multiple paths. Cillandra would follow one path only to find a dead end then retraced her steps, following the other path, before long she began to feel a little lost. A loud noise from around a corner that she had just passed caught her attention. Taking her dagger, she went to investigate, only to find a dead end. "Is that right" her mind raced. The stone unforgiving as she touched it. "I must have missed a turn?" her mind trying hard to remember.

All her senses were now heightened, and she could smell something other than the damp air. The smell was like that of the aromas that came from the gladiator pits. Strong in its scent of the men who reveled in being as strong and powerful as they could be. The smell that she secretly enjoyed. Her mother, the queen once said "it was the musk of man". She remembered for a moment the glazed expression on her mothers' face as she relived a memory deep within her mind.

She stepped back around the corner from where she had just come and was met by an enormous figure holding a large three-pronged trident and a thick corded rope.

The figure stood seven foot tall, and had a strong muscular build, his booted feet gave way to lean powerful calves and thighs, a loincloth covered his waist at the front and his muscular body adorned with scars of battle continued up, past a heavily defined abdomen, broad powerful chest that was crisscrossed with a heavy leather weapons belt. It held a dagger, a pouch and a golden standard. His arms were pure perfection, the lean sinews built through years of powerful movements and training. Cillandra's eyes continued up his shoulders to where his neck was broad and supported the head of a bull. Pitch black in color, with a tussled mane of hair pulled into neat braids and adorned in gold clasps. His eyes large but human in appearance, his nose flared with a solid gold ring from one nostril to the other. His horns were large and swept upwards in a gentle curve and the tips capped in gold. "A Minotaur!"

"Stay right their intruder" The Minotaur's voice deep and imposing. The trident pressed forward in an ominous warning. "Don't try and run, the path of this labyrinth is now blocked." Cillandra felt the eyes of the beast upon her. She assessed her options. She could not run as the path was indeed blocked. Fight? No. The Minotaur had the advantage and was far stronger than her. He spoke again, as if reading her thoughts "Your weapon, remove it slowly and pass it to me handle first!". Cillandra sighed at her predicament and slowly removed her dagger as ordered and handed it to the giant creature, who took a moment to admire the artistry displayed on it. The Minotaur then took a deep sniff of the blade before safely putting it away in the pouch that was carried on his weapons belt. He then lowered his trident and pressed Cillandra to the wall and bound her hands and wrists tightly behind her back. The Minotaur continued to sniff the air and admired the form of his newest capture. Cillandra noted that although he was extremely powerful, he took great care to not hurt her and was in fact being as gentle as she thought he could be. He retrieved a hood from his pouch and covered Cillandra's head. Now she found herself bound and her senses scattered, her body betrayed her by getting wet as she enjoyed the total domination of this powerful creature. "Walk" the Minotaur commanded as he gently pulled her forward, pulling her left and right as he led her through the labyrinth and deeper into the island.

It occurred to Cillandra that she should try and find out a little more about her captor. "Who are you?" she enquired as she was pulled left unexpectedly.

"They call me Beltix" came the gruff reply. "And you?" the question returned.

"Cillandra" the Nymph replied before continuing. "You are a Minotaur, are you not?" a slight pause before continuing. "I only ask as where I come from, Minotaur are now beasts of fables"

"We are not beasts!" came the stern reply from Beltix, the very words stinging as he heard them. "We are an ancient and majestic warrior clan born from the blood of royalty and are generally peaceful until otherwise provoked" a snort audibly produced from his bullish nostrils. He took a moment and looked at his captive. His gaze lingering on the curves of his prisoner, his loin stirring behind its cloth. He ignored his body's reaction and probed a question of his own. "Why are you here?" he grunted.

Cillandra thought through her answer before giving a truthful response to Beltix. "A group called the overseers came and collected me, late on the night of my eighteenth birthday. They took me away from my parents the King and Queen of Gormal. They then equipped me with what you see here and marooned me on this island. I have been told I must survive two whole cycles of the seasons to be deemed worthy to rule in my own right when the responsibility is passed from my parents to me. The test as the overseers call it, will test my ability to survive. But as you can see, things are not going great right now." Cillandra became crest fallen only to hear Beltix stifle a hearty laugh.

"So, you are the Princess of the nymphs of Gormal?" came the surprising answer from Beltix

"Yes" came the shocked admission. "But how did you know that?" Cillandra asked with genuine intrigue.

"As I told you before, we are an ancient warrior tribe. The teachings say that many Eons ago we helped rid the world of the Titans. They who treated the world with a most heinous cruelty. We rose up and protected the world of the nearby clans at the time of their greatest need. Yours being one of those. In return we were promised the lands on which you now find yourself in. No one tribe able to claim these lands under treaty. We in turn promised to live peacefully as long as the Princesses of the new world would be offered to us willingly for two cycles of seasons, when they come of age."

Beltix's reply echoed in Cillandras mind for a second. "What! You are the reason I'm now here?" the pitch in her voice raised in shocked anger.

"No, my kin are the reason. The ancient ways have never been denied, even to now. Did your parents try and stop the overseers?" The calm response catching Cillandra off guard as her parents had willingly let them take her.

Cillandra's bindings jerked to a stop and in turn she stood still, unsure of what was to come next. Beltix removed the hood that covered her head. Beltix musk invaded her senses strongly again and she enjoyed it subliminally as her eyes adjusted to the new surroundings. Beltix then retrieved her dagger from his pouch. "I'm sorry I had to blindfold and bind you, but no outsiders can know the way through our labyrinth." "Please don't move", he ordered as he cut the bindings with one slash of the sharp blade. "You cannot escape without my help and our Clan is not threatened by a female nymph with a solitary dagger, so you can have this back." Then turning the blade around offered it back in trust to the now stunned Cillandra. "We are here Cillandra!" Beltix announced.

Taking two steps forward, he drew a large breath and bellowed a mighty bulls roar, the force of which flexed all his muscles in one powerful act. Cillandra noted Beltix's incredible physique and was able to see that the cloth only covered his front as the back was open and showed his muscular backside and well-groomed tail. She lingered a little longer at the sight of him, impressed, captivated and just in awe of his power, a little tingle deep within her went largely unnoticed. Then one by one, a herd of minotaur began to appear in the clearing she now stood in.

Cillandra took a moment to survey her surroundings. She stood once again in a cavernous space. Behind her was the doorway to the labyrinth they had just navigated through. Infront lay the Minotaur Village made of strong unyielding stone laid into simple but picturesque buildings, big enough to accommodate these large warriors. The minotaur varied in age from young children to full greyed adults and everything in between. She noted that all Minotaur where male with not a single female around.

"Where are your woman folk Beltix?" Cillandra asked earnestly.

"Most have returned home; the others are seeing to their chores. This is our curse. All Minotaur are men folk." He eyed her as he gave his response.

"What do you mean returned home?" Cillandra probed.

"I mean that our woman folk have returned home, much like you will." His eyes not leaving her.

Cillandra felt a small chill run down her spine. "What are you going to do with me?" the question catching in her throat as she forced the words out in a mixture of fear and unexpected excitement.

"That all depends on you Cillandra. I will inform you in time, but for now please explore our village. When you hear my bellow, come to this house." Beltix pointed to a grand building on the rise of the path. "This is my sanctuary. I will give you good food and will not harm you. This is my word." With that he turned and greeted some of his fellow Minotaur who gave an approving look at Cillandra.

It seemed like an age. Cillandra was able to explore the village unmolested. She discovered orchards of fruit, stores of harvested grain, she stood and admired the multitude of glow worms that illuminated the whole cavern like the stars in the night sky but more brilliantly. She even found a stream which held fish. The air within the cavern was warm and heavy with the scent of musk and though it invaded her senses, she was not offended by it. If anything, she found it slightly intoxicating. Whilst admiring a Minotaur child chasing a wayward lizard back into a crack of a nearby rock, her mind could not help but see this village as a peaceful place. She did see other females but none were minotaur. One she recognized as the Princess of Orton. She had been sent on the test not six months before herself. She was from the next island land over from her own and the oldest of her sisters, all of whom were Imp folk. She looked happy and a little fatter than she remembered. She returned the wave she was given by the princess when she was recognized but as she was new to this place, made no attempt to make further contact as she was accompanied by another large Minotaur, but they seemed to be laughing as they worked. Maybe if the time is right, they could talk in future. The village seemed focused on providing the best for its peoples. Cillandra's train of thought was broken by the bellow of Beltix. She thought back to last night and hearing cattle, but now she understood what she had really heard and it wasn't cattle. Taking a deep breath, she turned and headed toward Beltix's call.

Rounding the last bend on the path, Cillandra observed Beltix waiting for her. Standing with him was another Minotaur of equal size, but unlike Beltix he had a mane of golden hair and seemed a little older than herself. Both minotaur were more humanlike than some of their counterparts. Both had feet and not hooves, both had human type eyes and both sported the head of a Bull but more human than bull.

Beltix made the introduction of their guest. "Cillandra this is Cendral." Cendral extending his hand and carefully kissed hers.

"A true pleasure to meet you Cillandra" he said with honest intent.

"Thank you Cendral" said Cillandra with courteous regard, before turning to Beltix and continuing. "What is going on here and what are you going to do with me?"

"I think you better come inside, and I'll explain everything." And with that he guided both Cillandra and Cendral inside.

The inside of the building was warm and inviting, broad rimmed goblets set on a wood table. With sturdy wooden chairs covered in woven fabric cushions. The room had a small half wall with what appeared to be a large bed, laden with furs and fabrics. In one corner close to the bed was a bath that seemed to be fed by a thermal spring. It contained soaps, wash sponges and buckets.

The group settled in at the table. A Goblet of mead was poured and an uncomfortable silence fell onto the group until Cillandra reaffirmed her question. "Beltix, what are you intending to do with me?" her frustration now becoming evident.

Beltrix took a deep inhale of breath and started "Cillandra, before I answer your question." The right words forming in his brain. Then he hesitantly continued. "I need you to keep an open mind to what I'm about to tell you." Cillandra's eyebrows raised.

She wiggled in her seat as the tingle of excited curiosity ran up her spine. She composed herself. "I will, but please continue." Her tone firm and unbetraying.

Beltix tried to remain stoic although his insides were squirming as he resumed his answer. "I need for you to be with me and bare us a child" The words like a hammer blow to Cillandra. Before she could protest Beltrix continued in earnest "I'm not going to force you or force myself upon you. You must be a willing consort for a Minotaur to successfully breed" He watched Cillandra's face contort as she processed the information.

"You what?" The words finally coming. "You want to take me into your bed and breed with me?" The words coming in shock, but deep down her soul oozed to be taken by such a powerful being.

"No! I want you to come willingly to my bed, make love to me and then if successful, bear us a child." Beltix manner one of simplistic rationalization.

"Why would I do that?!" Cillandra retorted half in denial but also as curious as the eighteen-year-old she was.

"Because what I ask has been happening for many a century. It is to honor the ancient traditions and even your kin have honored the ways of the past." Beltix said.

The last statement caught Cillandra's ear. "What do you know of my Kin?"

"Only that your mother, was the last to visit us from your Clan." Beltix revealed.

"What are you saying Beltix? That my mother had a child with a Minotaur? She never mentioned it to me and I am her first born. Cillandra answered back.

"Yes, I am saying your mother came here. Yes, your mother loved a Minotaur, but you are not her first born child, maybe between your father and her, but not in life. As for telling you, your mother was sworn to strict secrecy about our existence." Beltix never broke eye contact with her as he revealed more truths.

Cillandra knew deep down he was telling her the truth. She had a gift for always knowing the truth. As a Nymph she was always drawn to people and people to her. It was a useful gift for her to have as it had kept the liars from getting what they always desired from her. But she needed to know more. She needed to know why her mother chose a Minotaur.

"How do you know what my mother did?" she enquired

"I'll let Cendral explain." Beltix passing the baton of information to his Minotaur counterpart.

Cillandra's eyes flicked to Cendral in an instant, hungry for the information. Cendral in turn adjusted his position as the gaze settled upon him.

"Well," said Cendral. "I am in fact your older half-brother by birth."

Cillandra eyed him with large, surprised eyes. "How can you prove such a thing?" she lamented her answer as she knew it was the truth.

"With this." He leaned in close and showed her a small golden ring that was braided into his hair. On the ring was the unmistakable crest of her mother's family line. She knew it immediately as she had the exact same ring since she was born. One from both houses of her parents.

She looked at him, the proof undeniable and unbelievable at the same time. Her heart cried with joy that she had a brother, but wept with sorrow at the secret her mother had kept all these years. Before she could react, Cendral drew close and embraced her and hugged her powerfully. Cillandra's guard broken physically and mentally in one powerful gesture. She hugged him back and felt secure in the truth she had been told. Then her current situation came storming back along with another question.

She turned to Beltix. "Why me? And why two full cycles of seasons?"

"Because if you bear a child successfully, it may suckle from you and become strong from the love of its mother. Minotaur are always born male and we are not equipped to raise a child until it can eat some solid food and that can take two cycles in some of the cultures we bond with. From that moment of solid foods, they grow fast and develop into what you see before you." Beltix continued his informative speech "As for why you. Because your family honors the ancient ways. You are young and most fertile. You are of age and your body can bear a child with minimal chances of problems." Her ears heard the words and the tingle grew in size. He eyed her up and down then added "Also you are most beautiful, making it easy to coax my seed from me and to want to make love to you." Cillandra blushed at the compliment and the thought of Beltix's penis leapt to the forefront of her mind. His words were truthful to her ears and that tingle ran down her spine, this time ending in her warming loins.

Cillandra's curiosity was now alight. "What makes you think I'm fertile?"

"I smelt it in the air, when you arrived here, I smelt it on the smoke of your fire as you slept, I smelt it drifting on the water caverns breeze as you bathed, and I smelt it on your dagger when I disarmed you. I am a match for you in my village and I can smell the very pheromones you produce."

"Soooo, you have been spying on me." Cillandra said not breaking eye contact with her muse "And you have been smelling me. What else have you been doing?" Cillandra caught herself openly flirting with Beltix, but her gaze shifted to his loincloth, which she could see was more than obviously tenting. Beltix shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Beltix realizing the situation smiled, then added. "If you would permit me, I have a way to tell when you are to be at your most fertile. It can seem a little strange at first, but it's not unpleasant in feeling I've been told by others". Cillandra nodded her curious agreement. Beltix walked over and hooked his hands under her arms, picked her up with ease and gently sat her on the table. Then he pulled the chair closest to them and sat directly in front of her. "Could you pull you tunic bottom up please?" She looked at Beltix in sudden shock, then at Cendral who gave an approving nod.

Not knowing what to do, she nervously hitched the tunic up, exposing herself to Beltix for the first time willingly, the very act feeling naughty and exhilarating with the result that her pussy became instantly wet. He gently pushed her knees apart until she was spread wide in front of his face, her folds and hole clearly visible. He admired her smooth feminine folds before leaning in close and breathing in, drawing the smells of her sex deep into his nostrils. The scent like a fine wine, it washed over him, grabbed him by his soul and caused him to salivate, his loincloth also began to shift, he was in a place of pure heaven and unable to conceal his feelings completely. He locked eyes with Cillandra and he leaned in again until, the cold gold ring in his nose touched her now burning skin. She whimpered at the intense deference of temperatures and the feeling it invoked within her, then Beltix's long tongue snaked out and he tasted her.

Sweet and salty all at once. The taste coated his tongue. He drove the tip deeper, the rough, slippery texture of his tongue rubbing forcefully against Cillandras clitoris and all around the entrance of her pussy. A moan escaped her lips voluntarily, she had always thought of this very act and now it was happening. The sensation planted itself deep inside her soul and lit a fire of desire within her. Beltix moved back and stood, the blood rushing to his loins and caused his penis to grow in size. He looked like and animal possessed. Cendral grabbed him by his nose ring and pulled him away from his sister before he could go any further.

"Control yourself Beltix, remember your lessons. She will be damaged if she is not ready. I cannot allow that as her brother or as your council. What did you find out?"

Beltix's eyes cleared, and he regained focus. "She will be ready in two days. She will bear strong offspring, and she has never been deflowered."

Cillandra had made up her mind about her gift to the ancient ways. She pulled her tunic down and walked past Beltix. She eyed his deflating member with a lustful look. "Glad I wasn't the only one to have a moment" then winked at him in a cheeky admission of lust.

After a brief meal which included the trappings of great bread, some mead and bowls laden with fruit and honey, Cendral departed for his own sanctuary, having first indicated to Cillandra where it was, then left the two alone for the first time since her capture.

Cillandra decided that she had to become more forthright. Walking over to the bath she called to Beltix. "I think you should come over here and talk to me some more." She rubbed at the side of the bath in a playful manner. He eyed her with intrigue and made his way from the table to the bath. "Hop in and let's wash that day off you." Beltix now looked somewhat hesitant. "Come on Beltix, you can't be shy around me if you are going to be my potential stud." The words positively dripping with lust. He decided to call her bluff and added more water and fragrant oils to the bath. Then he removed his loincloth revealing his member to Cillandra for the first time unobstructed. She couldn't help but stare. It was impressive, if not average for his species. Flaccid, it was eight inches long, and an inch and a half thick. The head was big and bulbous, and his shaft was covered in thick veins. Cillandra was awestruck. It seemed to call to her, she felt herself become wet again at its sight. All she wanted to do was kiss it. But she also wanted to continue with the teasing. She made an obvious switch in focus and looked at his balls. They were massive, encased in a large sack and hanging proudly behind his penis.

Beltix smirked at the sight of the beautiful nymph transfixed on his cock. He stepped into the bath and let the warm water encase his body. "Do you mind if I wash you Beltix?" the question more begging than permission. He nodded his approval. Cillandra grabbed a nearby sponge, wet it in the bath, took some scented oil and worked it into a lather on Beltix shoulders. She took her spare hand and braced herself against his opposite shoulder and felt the sinews of his muscles. Her mind subconsciously storing the sensations as she enjoyed pawing at his body. She worked the lather around his body, cleaning him thoroughly.

"Beltix" her mind jogged her to ask the question "How can I ask this question politely?"

"Just say it, I won't be offended" he assured.

"How can I make sure you will be able to stop, if you were to start hurting me? Is there any way I can control you for my own safety?" The question brutal but with good intentions. Beltix answered in earnest.

"Well, Cillandra, if it burdens your mind. My nose ring is only worn in times of peace. If you grasp it and pull, I have to move in that direction as it is quite sensitive to me. Pull it back toward my horns and I will back up. But I beg you not to do it in anger, the pain can trigger an emotional response that is very unpleasant. Only use enough force to gain the control needed." Beltix giving a clear boundary that she knew should be observed.

Cillandra thought for a minute whilst continuing to scrub at one of Beltix's massive arms, the kinky idea struck her like a lightning bolt. "Do you trust me Beltix?" The minotaur looked at the nymph and nodded in a strong fashion. "Good" Cillandra spung to her feet, went to her bag, bent over to retrieve her rope. Beltix took the opportunity to admire her shapely buttocks and was able to get a glimpse of her shaven vagina as she leaned over to dig through her bag. He liked what he saw. Then she returned and gently threaded the rope through his nose ring and flung the other end over a great roof support beam above them. Taking up the slack she allowed the free end to hang within grasping distance of the bath edge.

Cillandra ached to be touched by him, his musk perforating her senses, the feel of his hardened muscles indicating his strength and power was intoxicating, but she also wanted to continue the touching. She stood in front of Beltix, undid her belt and pulled her tunic over her head. Her amazing body now on full display. Her breasts were full and perfect, the nipples at their center pulled tight. His eyes drinking in the sight of her, his mouth again starting to salivate. Her eyes fell on him with lustful intentions, and she stepped into the bath. "Stand up Beltix" He gave her a puzzled look. She grasped the rope and gave it a gentle tug, pulling his nose ring up toward the roof and he immediately stood up right and in doing so brought his waist above the water line exposing his semi erect cock to her.

Cillandra didn't waste the opportunity. She reached out and grasped the creature's cock. He grunted in appreciation and surprise at the contact. She marveled at its size. She felt Beltix's heartbeat as the blood rushed to his organ. It grew in her hand and became rock hard, the veins pulsing with the pressure contained within them, the head became large and smooth. She tried to grasp his hardened rod but couldn't close her hand completely around it. She gave a little pump of her fist, his reaction a surprise to her as he instinctively pushed his hips forward at the gesture she had instigated. The head of his cock barely stopping at her lips, her tongue darted out of its own accord as her lust took hold of her actions and she tasted the Minotaurs meat for the first time.

A small dribble of precum was deposited on her tongue as she drew it back into her mouth. It was delicious, salty and morish to her taste. She pumped again, this time leaning forward to meet the head of his cock with intent. As it contacted her lips it drove further forward than she had expected, parting them and pushing her jaw wide to accommodate it in her mouth. She squealed in surprise at its size, Beltix groaned at the warmth of the Nymphs mouth, his hips pushing forward automatically, his eyes rolling into their sockets before closing them, enjoying the sensations being bestowed upon him. His cock drove itself deep into Cillandras mouth and stopped abruptly at the back of her throat. Never before had she been in this situation. She coughed as she struggled to breathe but his cock stayed firmly lodged and unbudging at the back of her throat. His great balls tingled at the very act, they began to lift toward his shaft, her cough constricting delightfully around his cock head. She coughed again, trying to get some semblance of air into her lungs but still to no avail, her body instantly produced floods of saliva, desperate to clear the blockage now in her mouth. The warm liquid she produced now smeared over his member and combined with another choking cough milked at his engorged head ignited a chain reaction within him. He opened his eyes for the first time. Cillandra was before him, her lips and mouth closed around his penis, her choking eyes looking at him, but strangely her free hand was not pulling at the rope to limit his power but instead was firmly planted between her legs, stroking her now wet pussy with furious intent. Taking one of his large hands he cupped the back of her head. He pumped his hips and actively began fucking her mouth. She caught a small breath, before her airway was blocked again by the massive organ now desperate to slide further down her throat. Beltix pumped his hips forward and then back. His cock would retreat from Cillandra's mouth a little, giving her just enough time to suck for a small amount of air and adding to his heightening sensations, before pumping forward again and bludgeoning his cock back to the depths of her throat. Every time he pumped in and out his balls would tingle with ever increasing pleasure and encourage him subconsciously to thrust forward again, but this last time however, he pressed deeper into her throat, the tightness and her gagging along with a stifled moan of ecstasy from Cillandra as she plunged two of her fingers deep into her pussy, pushed him over his edge and he bucked one final time. A fountain of cum leaving his tightly wound balls, down through his thick saliva coated shaft and out his engorged bulbous head. Spurt after spurt of thick seed sprayed into his pleasurers mouth and throat, filling any remaining space with his shear volume. His cum forcing its way back past her lips and down over her chin as well as coating the back of her throat, his hot, sticky liquid sliding down her gullet. A mighty roar of release announced his pleasure as he finished emptying his load into the mouth of his quarry. Now deflating he pulled his cock from her mouth.

Her scent now filled his nostrils, he manhandled Cillandra to the edge of the great bathtub and pushed her onto her back, so she hung on the edge, he grabbed her legs powerfully by her thighs, swung them over his shoulders. In this position it gave the mighty beast unlimited access to her sopping pussy. He lowered his head, and his tongue lashed out and found its target. It slid coarsely over her clitoris and slithered into her still convulsing hole. He asked for no permission as he set to work licking the dripping honey hole of his goddess princess. His rough tongue was thick and lubricated. It probed and stretched at her most private of sanctums. Cillandra was too weak to protest having yet to recover from chocking of Beltix's cock was now being ravaged by him. His tongue would probe and push, then recede and leave. Beltix would draw his tongue back then lick from her tight arsehole bud, up and into her dripping pussy and all over the sensitive nub that guarded her entrance. The onslaught intense, never ending and overpowering. A second orgasm quickly built and then ripped through her. She held her breath for a second trying to process the feelings, then moaned in ecstasy as her juices flowed freely. Beltix lapped them up greedily as they met his tongue. She moaned like a whore. Her mind raced to the woman in the Gormal brothels. It came from deep within her and she didn't care who heard. She was now openly his prize. He released her from his grasp and she slid back into the warm water of the bath. Her body, hot, exhausted and satisfied. He leaned in, licked her chin then kissed her, the flavors of their juices mingled in their mouths. They both smiled as an unbreakable connection had been made.

Beltix now regained some of his senses, leaned back and took a small bottle from a ledge near the bath. "Cillandra, take this balm and apply it to your nether regions twice a day. The balm will help relax the area to accommodate my size when it comes to our joining". Cillandra took the balm from Beltix and opened the bottle, a sweet summers perfume arose from the jar. She proceeded to stand weakly, exit the bath and dry the curves of her body with Beltix looking on. Cillandra now raised one leg to a small step and took a few fingers worth of the balm from the jar then proceeded to rub it liberally over her swollen folds, which tingled at the application. "Don't forget the entrance" Beltix interjected. Cillandra did as she was instructed and drove her fingers into her petite entrance, the balm again tingling as it was forced into her depths, the sensation so pleasurable that she couldn't help but orgasm with the feeling and noticed that her third and fourth fingers had also slid inside with her original two while she enjoyed the sensation of her orgasm. A wicked idea flashed into her brain at the realization of what had just happened and she turned around and bent forward, taking another helping of the balm and applied it to the bud of her arsehole.

It tingled as before and CIllandra quickly worked one finger then another into her back passage, it expanding to take more and more fingers until she could slip four fingers in easily. She closed her eyes and emersed herself in the feeling of her own handy work, then felt herself rest over the step as she worked her fingers in and out. The feeling was interrupted as a giant hand pushed against her back and another pulled her fingers away from her backside only to be replaced by a strong rod of flesh. Beltix had removed himself from the bath, completely unnoticed and was now behind her, his eyes glazed with lust again. He rubbed his tool in what remained of the balm and pushed past the barrier of her bud and although expanded, his size still bought a wimper of pain mixed with delight to Cillandra. He pushed deeper until he was six inches deep, then pulled back drawing a gasp from his quarry, before pistoning in again.

The power of a lover was something Cillandra had always imagined as she masturbated back in sanctity of her royal suite, but here and now she could feel it for real. She would never have imagined how her sexual needs would have been enacted. She was venerable and this beast was the one now buried deep in her darkest of regions and she was letting him dominate her freely. She could feel his enormous girth; she was in pain but also strangely enjoyed the sensation and at that moment another orgasm ripped through her. Beltix was now fully penetrating her, his length now twelve inches and two inches thick. He was so worked up that it took only a few strokes into her and then the sensation of her spasming sphincter around his tool sent him over the edge and he exploded again. Cillandra felt the warmth of his second load flood her, his pistoning slowed and the sliding of his cock in and out was much slicker as his cum lubricated her puckers seal. His meat was being fully milked. Another bellow from the bull again announced his coupling. Beltix's eyes cleared and he pulled his meat from out of Cillandra, leaving her arsehole agape from its size, it took a moment then a torrent of thick cum flowed from her. He looked at his prize with lust but also love. She was now committed.

Over the next day Cillandra dutifully applied the balm, teased Beltix even more and learned more of her brother. She took the opportunity to talk with the before seen Princess of Orton, who she realized was now pregnant. She too had been taken by a Minotaur as his lover and had nothing but respect for these powerful beasts. Cillandra felt more and more at ease in this environment. Day turned to night and her eyes awoke the next morning on her anointed day.

Beltix greeted her with a full meal of fruit, berries, grains and honey. As Cillandra ate she felt her juices flood her pussy as his eyes fell upon her. They were focused as never before. She finished her meal and retired to the stable to lovingly apply the balm again. Feeling her folds to now be relaxed, soft puffy and covered in juices. Beltix entered the stable and drew a large breath. He analyzed the scents held within then lay on the enormous bed adorned with soft furs. "You are ready" he announced.

Cillandra crawled onto the bed and whilst doing so discarded her remaining clothing. Exposing herself fully to him again. He took in the erotic sight before him. Cillandra was truly beautiful. He had grown to understand that she was wise for her years, funny, playful and his perfect mate. He lay her gently on the bed and kissed her tenderly. His large hand having caressed her face as they kissed, now trailed down her petite form, giving her breast a gentle fondle and her nipple a tweak as it continued down her frame, past her belly, past where her womb would be and down between her legs, which Cillandra willingly spread allowing his hand to find her rapidly warming pussy folds. He pushed his large probing fingers into her, she gasped as his fingers brushed her engorged clitoris and immediately coated his fingers in her sticky lubricant.

Beltix not wanting to waste a moment discarded his loincloth, allowing his member to spring forth surprising and enticing Cillandra at the same time. It was enormous and dribbling pre-cum from its head. He took a container from the edge of the bed and scooped a small handful of the slippery gooey liquid and liberally coated his tool with it until it dripped from his massive cock's head down to the base of his thick veiny shaft. He then rolled to be on top of Cillandra, his huge frame borne by his muscular arms. His sheer size dwarfing hers. One of her free hands searched for and found his cock. She manipulated its head to be at the entrance of her honey hole and rubbed her now copious liquids onto it. She looked into his searching eyes, savouring the moment. "Make love to me Beltix".

He replied, "Yes my queen" and with that, drove his hips forward, ploughing his cock deep into Cillandra. They both moaned. He because she was so tight, wet and warm. Her because he was so big in length, girth and the veins pulsed against her pussy walls, her hymen was instantly destroyed by this massive, wanted intruder. He took a moment to allow Cillandra to adjust to his size then pulled about halfway back before powering forward again until his now engorged cock was nine inches of his twelve in. Cillandra blew out as she accommodated his growing manhood. The feeling painfully exquisite. Beltix now began a regular rhythm of drawing nearly all the way out and then powerfully pushing back into her tight pussy. His pace unrelenting as he made love to his queen, her juices smearing all that touched her until every time he pulled back her pussy squelched. His pre-cum mixing with her juice and they emanated a musk that intoxicated both of them. His eyes rolled as his lust took hold and his pumping became more forceful and deliberate in its intent. She in turn flattened her legs even more, allowing him better access. In that moment of full surrender it happened, what seemed to be a deeper part of Cillandra's pussy allowed him access, the last three inches of his mountainous rod was swallowed into her tight love tunnel. She fully accepted him into her and this new deeper chamber grasped his bulbous cockhead with a vice like grip. Cillandra moaned as this Monstorous Minotaur penetrated her deep and forceful.

"Fuck me, you Beast". "Fuck your little whore Nymph." Cillandra's dirty words permeated Beltix's ears. His balls slapped against her with such force that the sound echoed around the room. Every thrust pushing as deep into her as possible, then to be drawn back, her pussy reluctantly gripped and released him until the next thrust. His black thick meat a total contrast to her paler body. His pistoning relentless and powerful. Their breath in unison, heavy with moans of passion as their climaxes began. Hers so intense that her insides clamped down the entire length of his shaft, she could feel the blood surging in his organ. His cock hard as steel and unimaginably perfect in its feel. Cillandras carnal emotions now unlocked and bare for the world to see. The resulting pressure toppling Beltix into orgasm. They came hard together as he thrust as deep into her as he could one last time. His balls pulled tight and he released, shooting a massive load into Cillandra's waiting womb, instantly filling her insides with his cum. Her pussy willingly accepted, filling every available void within her, instinctively she gripped him and milked him of his very last drop. Spasming in realized perfection her pussy contained his virile juice. She screamed out in elated ecstasy of her dreams being realized and he bellowed in triumph of the insemination of his queen.

For the next two days they were inseparable. Making love in the bath, on Beltix's table, even out near the stream, where they were watched by other Minotaur, but not once did Cillandra or Beltix care, they were lost in their own little world. On every occasion Beltix filled Cillandra with his seed. So, it came as no surprise to Cillandra that two weeks later her period did not eventuate. She was pregnant with their love child.

To be Continued...