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“Ah, Matias!" The portly feline duke exclaimed, his arms spread as wide as his grin as he spotted the dark-haired human mingling amongst his guests.

Those closest to the duke, moved aside as the tiger began his laborious rush towards his target, their eyes trailing along his sightline until they landed on one of the few furless guests in the ballroom.

A look of surprise was plastered on Matias' face, his mouth agape and frozen just as he was biting into a cube of cake. His deep brown eyes were wide, his gaze focused on the feline duke as the noble made his way over to him, clapping him jovially on the back with no regard to the treat the action knocked from the human's fingers.

“My best alchemist! I'm overjoyed that you could attend!" He beamed, the whiff of stiff wine washing across Matias' face like a tide of crushed grapes.

“My Duke," He coughed, recovering his breath as quickly as he could. “It was my honour to accept your gracious invitation!"

Matias collected himself, adjusting the collar of his tunic as he took the feline's offered hand in his own. He stood slightly taller than the feline, and indeed taller than a decent number of the other guests, dressed in fine fitted leathers and dark fabrics that complemented his raven black hair. He had been mistaken as a lower class tavern dwelling rogue many times before, but for this occasion, he had gone out of his way to adorn himself with the best finery he could afford. What was once perceived as a dangerous visage had transformed into sleek honest features that could win over a room with nothing more than a smile, and all it took was a proper shower and a visit to an upper class barber.

Of course, being invited by the Duke helped to colour perceptions even further.

“How has your alchemy been progressing, my friend?" The Duke inquired, the level of attention he gave to Matias giving him the impression that the tiger was either genuinely interested in his work, or was very drunk. “Any new concoctions filling your shelves?"

“There is always something new to discover in my work, sir," The human replied with a genuine smile, keenly aware of several nearby nobles paying as much attention to their conversation as they could without making it look obvious. “But I would be remiss if I didn't ask if my generous patron if he had any particular concoctions in mind? Perhaps a way to sweeten his wine?"

Matias had tried the Duke's wine before, finding it dry and bitter. If he could convince the feline to at least try something more flavourful, he would then finally have access to a decent drink while he worked.

“My boy if my wine became any sweeter my clothes would soon grow too small for my stomach!" He laughed good-naturedly.

The sweetness of the duke's wine likely wouldn't impact that in the least, Matias thought to himself even as he bowed and laughed politely along with his patron. No sense in getting on his bad side.

“Actually, my lord, there is something I have my mind set to..." Matias lowered his voice, trying to ensure that their conversation would be lost in the din of the party around them.

The conspiratorial tone and roguish grin the human was sporting excited the duke, who was eager to lean in to hear the idea better.

“What have you planned?" He asked, giddy as a child on his birthday. “A tonic to return the vibrance to my aged fur? A potion to win the affection of those around me?"

He gasped, his eyes beaming wide.

“Have you solved the transmutation of gold?!"

Matias waved his hands, attempting to calm the duke down before his inebriated mind could run away with that particular train of thought.

“I'm afraid not, my lord," He chuckled, happy to see that the admission didn't seem to dim the feline's excitement. “I plan to begin experiments to perfect a sort of aphrodisiac; a potion that I believe my lord would find most thrilling to use while, seeing to his personal relaxations."

Boldly, the human laid an arm over the dukes shoulders, pulling him closer before the audacity of the movement could dawn on the feline.

“My lord, I cannot imagine how troublesome your duties can be," He started, gesturing to the crowd around them, his brown eyes twinkling as he turned on his charm. “Placating so many nobles, dealing with such matters of state so far beyond them, and on your own, no less! The stress and pressure you must be under!"

“Well, my advisors do well to assist me," The tiger admitted, his chest swelling with compliments levelled at him. “But it does weigh on me some days more than others, of that you are correct."

“As I feared, my lord!" Matias exclaimed. “What I seek to offer you, is something to enhance your vigour, to ease that burden you bear! And, if I may be so bold, my lord, to make you the envy of any female who would count herself lucky to catch your attention."

That was a line that many nobles would have considered insulting to cross, but the amount the duke had drank, not to mention to good graces Matias had earned for himself from the elder tiger, made it a mostly safe bet he could make. The felines brow didn't crease into offended anger, or jump up in surprised shock, but his grin did grow wider.

“Such a thing can be done?" He asked, his voice remaining low, yet excited.

“My lord I would be a poor alchemist if I could not provide such a potion," Matias nodded, flashing his pearly white teeth in a sharp grin when the duke seemed to vibrate and jump from toe to toe in excited mirth. “It would require some specific ingredients however, and for that I must ask your leave to travel into the countryside to search for them."

“I can give you a squad of my best scouts, a platoon of seasoned soldiers to aid you!" The duke offered, his jovial nature doing little to hide the hint of desperation behind his eyes.

“My Duke is far too generous to me!" The human bowed deeply. “But I must decline the offer. I wish only to gather the best specimens for this creation, and while I do not doubt the skill of your soldiers and scouts, I would be most comforted to select these ingredients myself. I could describe the plants they would need to seek, but even the faintest difference in the hue of a leaf could spell failure."

The Duke's mirth faded somewhat, but more for concern of the importance the alchemist placed on, what he had once thought to be, such a minute detail.

“Then I shall offer whatever you may need to aid you," He said, suddenly taking on the air of a king preparing for a campaign or grand quest. “A horse, supplies, anything you may need!"

Matias bowed again, trying his level best to keep his smile from getting too far out of control.

“My lord is a most gracious patron of my arts," He said. “I can provide a modest list of supplies I would require, but certainly not tonight. Tonight you must enjoy yourself!"

“A fine alchemist," The duke nodded, raising his hands in praise of the human before him, bellowing out happily causing surrounding heads to turn their way. “The finest alchemist our corner of this great nation possesses!"

**

The human's list of supplies was indeed modest; extra potion bottles, food and drink, even one of the best horses from the Duke's stables to carry him to the countryside. He had even managed to acquire fresh leather armour; most of which he had simply kept packed away to keep cool in the heat of mid summer. It had been at the Duke's insistence, given what everyone knew could befall a lone traveller.

It had taken Matias a week to travel to the foothills where one of the more obscure ingredients required by the Duke's potion tended to grow. The milky white flower was uncommon, and only seemed to grow in the deeper wilderness far away from any sort of human habitation. It would take him longer to get to the most remote areas, the forest being too thick for his horse to safely navigate through, but he didn't mind the extra time it would take; he needed only the best in order to solidify his position as the Duke's personal alchemist.

Anything less was unacceptable.

The horse was left at a small farming village at the base of the foothills, and Matias carried on on foot through the dense undergrowth, picking his way through towering trees that had stood sentinel for centuries. He made good progress on the first day, finding a strange calm and ease settle over him even as he had to contend with the unfamiliar sounds of the wilderness at night.

It was a strange thrill, wondering what could be lurking out beyond the thin fabric of his tent, what the flickering light of his fire could have been keeping at bay...

Three nights had left Matias feeling strange. On the one hand, he was falling in love with the exotic birdcalls and scents of the deep forest he picked his way through, but on the other he felt a longing for his own bed, for wine, for physical company. The memories of the parties he had insinuated himself into once he had gained favour with the nobility, full of both the mundane and the exotic and even the more taboo, warmed his mind at night, and kept at least part of him at attention.

These woods, as far as the book he had requisitioned from the court library was concerned, were largely benign in content. Flipping through the pages while he reclined on a stony riverbank, Matias studied the remarkably detailed sketches the author had made of the most common fauna to wander among the ancient trees. Many Fey folk had long since left the region, leaving only scattered and rare reports of their ilk, even in the deeper woods where the alchemists target lay.

It gave him comfort as he travelled, to know that his chances of meeting such beings were only a shadow of a risk, but looking at some of the sketches of certain creatures left him feeling somewhat upset in equal measure.

After all, there wasn't much separating a satyr from the people he lived with in the city, fur-bearing or not. If anything, they were a happy in-between for Matias, and he spent more and more time imagining the dual sensations of bare skin-on-skin with the tantalizing brush of fur thrown in at the same time. Beyond the satyr's though, there were the more isolated, more physically dangerous and aggressive, minotaurs.

Their larger cousins, for the author of the book seemed convinced that the two were somehow related but never elaborated on just how, were said to be intensely territorial, even against others of their kind. These images never failed to chill Matias's spine. Beasts twice as tall as the tallest person he had ever met, covered in coarse fur that did little to hide their muscled bulk...

It was hard to imagine just how the author had drawn the line between those behemoths and the smaller spry satyrs.

While Matias found he couldn't agree with the assumed relation, the human had grown wary enough as he reached the foothills of the mountains to prepare himself should he come to encounter the larger beast based on the warnings he read.

He had put together a simple concoction, enough for two bottles, of a strong sleeping agent, using a few ingredients he had passed on his journey. It didn't smell exactly the way he would have expected it to, but then, in all of his work, he hadn't needed to brew anything that could topple a minotaur. The chance to brew something new was exciting, but knowing how dangerous the situation would need to be for him to test his creation left Matias feeling more wary as the thick forest floor gave way to beds of pine needles and more jagged outcroppings of mossy rocks and boulders.

It was in this region the alchemist knew he would find the perfect specimens for what he had promised the Duke, and already he had seen small patches of white flowers he could have substituted for the more potent one he searched for. Of those he had seen so far he had been unimpressed, they grew sparsely, barely larger than a common weed among the dead needles. By mid-day, Matias had ascended further still, coming up to a near vertical cliff face at the foot of a mountain that climbed higher than the clouds.

At the base of a raised section of bare rock the alchemist found his prize.

An orchid of deepest violet sprouted from a cleft in the rock; a solitary stalk of beauty amidst bare unliving stone.

Captivated at first by the subtle curves of the bell and petals, Matias took a moment to examine the flower with an appreciative eye. The suggestion of its shape was clear to the human male, where several long white stamen speared outwards from between two beautifully silky curtains of petal set between two more, and two more still. It was no wonder why the alchemist that had first discovered the flower thought to use it as an aphrodisiac. Indeed, as he leaned in to smell it, he felt his loins stir, though the fragrance was fairly weak to him.

He would have to try to preserve the flower; to keep it as healthy as possible for proper potting back at the city. Uncommon as it was, the orchid would fetch a good price, but would also ensure Matias wouldn't have to make the two week trek back the next time he needed fresh samples.

Just as he pulled a small knife from his hip sheathe and began planning how to extract the precious orchid from its plot in the crevasse, the human heard a distant thump.

His heart froze for an instant.

The sounds of the wilderness during his journey had been at times terrifying, but this was a new sound; new yet somehow familiar. It was the sound of a heavy weight stomping on the ground, and that it only happened once gave Matias pause for what could have made the noise.

Keeping his knife in his hand, the human quietly moved past the orchid, ascending the large rocky outcropping further to investigate., and when he reached the lip of a wide shelf of rock, his heart stopped again.

Sun-bleached bones lay strewn about the clearing, two or three scattered pieces nearer to Matias and growing more frequent the closer they lay to a large cave opening set into the mountain itself. Skulls seemed the only bones given any care; moose, deer, wolf, bull, bear... no human skulls thankfully, were stacked in a somewhat ordered pile by the cave mouth, as shrine or as warning, Matias couldn't guess. Another stomp had him crouch lower to the rock, pressing his body flush against it while his eyes snapped from the various discarded remains to the blackness within the cave mouth proper.

Blending in with the shadowed opening, a massive form loomed, almost making the cave seem too small in comparison.

Another stomp, and sunlight revealed a thickly furred tree-trunk of a leg. A massive cloven hoof glinted dully in the light, followed by a second as the monstrous beast left the darkness of its lair to inspect its territory. Matias never considered the acute sense of smell that beasts of the wild possessed, and was already convinced that some shift in wind was the only reason he hadn't already been found out.

With another step the massive beast emerged fully from its home, the human transfixed by its brutal appearance in spite of the terror rushing through his veins.

A minotaur.

He didn't know much about minotaurs, as his book only claimed that they were aggressively territorial and nothing more, but the presence of a massive crude stone axe the size of a fully grown man in the monster's right hand supported the claim. It came out ready for a fight, and a fight was exactly what Matias wasn't intending to give.

The human trusted in his alchemic skills, glad that he had had the foresight to prepare a sleeping agent for just this occasion, but now that he was here, facing a beast he had only ever read about and seen crude drawings of, he couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to flee. Creating his sleeping potion was one thing; using it on the creature itself and expecting it to work was another altogether.

Twice as tall as any man Matias had ever met and then some, the minotaur made even the largest trees surrounding its abode seem like fragile twigs. Thick chords of muscle twitched and flexed as the beast stomped further out of its discrete cave, its obsidian hooves sending tremors through the ground with each step. Its battle axe was the size of the human that now wrestled with the idea that his plan may not have been as fool-proof as he had thought at first...

Fools like him were far too clever.

With an aching slowness, Matias lowered himself down the edge of the rock shelf, his heart hammering in his chest. It would take time to properly recover and preserve the orchid, time he wouldn't have if the minotaur was already on alert for intruders. His thoughts drifted again to his sleeping potions, his one and only realistic option to put the beast down long enough to do what he needed to do.

That was when inspiration struck; inspiration that left Matias surprised at himself more than anything.

A single petal of the orchid was all he would need.

As quietly as he could, Matias severed one violet petal and cut it in two, swiftly and silently moving through his herb pouch to retrieve everything he needed for what he had planned to brew for the Duke. He didn't know why the thought occurred to him, where it had come from, but it seemed the best idea to better his chances at survival and potentially make him rich beyond his wildest imaginings.

By and large, the aphrodisiac potion market drew their ingredients from live specimens to supplement the mixture of common herbs; different creatures provided different qualities, tied loosely to what beast the essence had been drawn from, with the strength of the product linked to how far into a rut the donor was. A party he had attended once offered several different options, one being a potion using the essence of a horse.

Matias recalled how full he had felt from his partner and remembered it fondly, even if that particular encounter only lasted a few moments.

The human shook his head, surprised at how quickly such thoughts brought him to arousal given the distant thumps of the minotaur. While they sounded further away than before, Matias still felt a cold fear in his gut, but between his legs he was standing at full attention, a clear bulge running down his trouser leg. The orchid wasn't strong enough as it was to have such an effect, even as he added the crushed petals to the new concoction, but that he was feeling so giddy, he assumed that it was a particularly potent brew and relaxed somewhat.

He would need to be calm if he was going to capture some essence of minotaur.

To think how powerful a potion with such a beasts seed powering it... enhancing endurance, size, production, power... surely he would find his way to the Capital with a creation like that in his repertoire. An Imperial Alchemist, his own laboratory, freedom to pursue his mixtures and tonics on a whim, all while being paid handsomely to do so! The reputation, the requests from high society and the connections that would mean!

He stoppered the concoction in its bottle, appraising its faint purple colour against the sun shining overhead, and sighed. Getting to where he wanted to be wasn't without its dangers, even without the prospect of having to milk a minotaur, but he would be damned if he wasn't going to at least try. If the aphrodisiac failed, his sleeping potion would surely work as a backup.

Matias took a long steadying breath before turning to face the rock shelf again, pulling himself up the wall as carefully and as quietly as he could.

The minotaur was still in the clearing, stomping back towards the entrance of its cave as if satisfied there were no intruders nearby. Matias watched, feeling strangely entranced at the bulky muscles flexing and shuddering with its movements, his own arousal stretching his pant leg still.

Casting one last look out about the trees surrounding the entrance to its home, the minotaur unknowingly offered the human another full frontal, and this time, Matias's eyes locked directly on two pendulous testicles hanging between the beasts legs, nestled within its thicker pubic fur. Above, an ebony sheath blended in to the surrounding fur, flopping to and fro with the creature's movements,

The groan Matias found slipping from his throat caused the beast to snap its ears and eyes in his exact direction, and a cautious step signalled its intent to inspect the source of the noise.

A bead of sweat rolled from the human's brow, his eyes never wavering from their target, even as it took another ponderous step in his direction. He pressed his finger stiffly against the side of the bottle's cork, his hyper focused mind noting the gradual movements of the stopper as it was forced from the opening.

The 'pop' that sounded when he pushed it free may as well have been a gunpowder explosion.

The minotaurs ears snapped at the sound and it released a bone-shaking bellow of challenge, the black pools of its eyes locked onto the now exposed human before the cork even hit the dirt.

Mathia's grip on the bottle tightened, almost to the point where he worried it would break. He couldn't pull his eyes away from those of the beast before him, even as it hefted its axe and bellowed another challenge to the intruder before it.

Another thundering step and Matias pulled his arm back, launching the bottle at the minotaur before it could charge.

As brutal as it appeared, the minotaur had enough sense to lift its axe and arms to shield it's eyes from the projectile even though it would land short and shatter against the stone at its large hooves. The contents splattered across the stone, releasing their contained and vastly intensified aroma into the air, and Matias was thrilled to see the effects begin to take effect almost immediately.

The minotaur lowered its arms, snorting and shaking its head in annoyance at the stench it drew in through its flaring nostrils. Matias likened it to see a dog sneezing, and the part of him that wasn't utterly terrified, small as it was, found it amusing. The human reached to his belt for a sleeping potion, readying it in case his foolhardy plan didn't work the way he intended it to, but he didn't seem to have the need.

Dropping its massive axe, the minotaur took a step back, still shaking its head and snorting as the aphrodisiac did its job and worked its way into its senses. A drop of pink shot through the jet black of the creature's shaggy fur, its sheath swelling and beginning to expose more and more of a unique length Matias had rarely laid eyes on before. He had seen an erect bull before, but compared to the minotaur before him, the bovine bartender's length was more similar to the human's own, though certainly longer.

The memory of that night didn't help quell the human's erection in the least as he found his eyes locked to the spear of flesh growing out into the sunlight.

A minotaur wouldn't be so different, would it?

By all accounts they were feral beasts of instinct, separate from bull-folk like the bartender Matias had spent an intimate evening with. Larger, solitary, quick to anger and quicker still to resort to violence, no obvious language...

Perhaps a mind less intelligent than the dullest of dullards, but beyond that...

Matias found his own hand firmly rubbing his length through his trousers, as if he had not only accepted what he was about to do, but he was excited to have to do it. He slowly crept up onto the stone shelf, keeping himself low so as not to offer any more of a challenge to the beast than he already was with his mere presence. The human was terrified, but was salivating at the of the wall of muscle and fur before him even as it stomped and snorted at him. There was a shift in the wind, the strong odour of unkempt fur and feral arousal tickled his nose, tinged with something sweeter and more lurid.

He never would have imagined that his journey would take him here, to within ten paces of a minotaur of all things, watching as inch after inch of pink shaft slid from an unkempt forest of fur...

A lifetime surrounded by civilization, the sweet scents of expertly crafted meals, the acrid sting of slums, of women and men drenched in powders and perfumes... Matias didn't realize how thrilled he was at this new opportunity.

With agonizing slowness, Matias unbuttoned his tunic, pulling it open and shucking it down his arms. It wouldn't do to risk his clothes becoming drenched in minotaur seed, seeing as how he would need to return to civilization at some point and the lingering stench would be impossible to remove.

The minotaur snorted, huffing at the smaller creature slowly disrobing before it. Whether it realized what was going on beyond it simply being suddenly ready to breed was anyone's guess, but for the moment, Matias felt like he was in the clear. His breath still caught in his throat with each slow step forward, but his fingers continued to move deftly about the drawstring of his trousers, letting those fall, too. The aroma that had so placated the beast was still lingering in the air, heavier and heavier as the human stepped closer to where the liquid dried on the stone below.

He began stepping to the side, moving around the minotaur under its unflinching gaze, painfully aware that one wrong move could break whatever hold his potion had on the monster. Towards the cave entrance, Matias walked, pausing with every snort he heard behind him when he risked a glance away from the beasts twitching length. If it could appreciate the fine figure the human cut, of the tensing globes of his backside beckoning, it gave no sign, but such thoughts were likely above its mental ability.

This close, Matias could see more of the cave interior, anxious to find a good spot to do what he intended to do, but as his bare foot landed just beside the small pile of trophy skulls, the minotaur let out a bowel-loosening bellow that shook the trees.

Matias was frozen in terror, surprised in the moment that he wasn't already dead, but fully expecting that to change as he felt the heavy hoof falls of the minotaur stomping up behind him. Closing his eyes, the human was convinced his tonic had lost its potency, and he was about to meet his end, but a massive hand clamped onto his shoulder and pushed him against the side of the cave entrance, knocking him down over a waist high boulder next to the cave mouth. The strength behind the movement left Matias breathless, convinced that he was a hairs breadth from fracturing a rib, but more than that, he was almost fully bent over before the drooling beast, with no protection and no way to stop what was going to happen.

His fear seemed a minor thing now though.

Initially Matias had planned to simply stroke the beast, pumping its seed from it with his hands, perhaps using his body as something more rigid for the thing to buck its hips against. Now he was in position to be claimed, good and proper, he now had the sudden realization that he had in no way prepared himself for any kind of insertion.

The slick shaft bumped and glided across the squirming human's lower back, still spilling forth from its fur shrouded sheath as the minotaur hunched over him. It's broad muzzle pressed against Matias' head, taking heavy inward breaths, smelling his dark hair and his sweat soaked flesh. It huffed, blasting the human with a furnace hot breath that made him wrinkle his nose in disgust while also making his knees quiver in desire.

Rivulets of sweat ran down Matias' back, joined swiftly by an ever increasing amount of the monster's precum, the groove of his spine and cleft of his toned ass collecting every drop and directing it down to his taint. Feeling brave, Matias slipped a hand between his legs, rubbing that mixture of fluid against his winking star and pressing it inside him with two fingers. The minotaur didn't seem to mind the movements, too busy snuffling and snorting at the human's neck, committing his scent to memory while its cock flexed and slapped up and down between its furry torso and Matias' smooth back.

A loud thump made Matias stiffen, noticing at that moment that the minotaur had only just discarded its massive weapon on the ground beside them. Erect or not, the beast had simply been assessing him, judging the snivelling creature before it as it offered itself up as a breeding partner. It was judging; discerning whether his submission was worth the effort, or if it would be better off simply cleaving the mewling wretch in two with its axe. In spite of the heat surrounding him, Matias realized that his potion had only partially worked; it had offered him an opening to try to exploit, but nothing more. The minotaur could have, still could, tear him apart at any point.

Now it seemed, as its massive hands gripped his hips, that at least his offer had been accepted, his death averted.

At least for now...

The beast drew its hips back and began stiffly prodding around for an entrance, smearing its fluids across the humans ass and thighs. Its huffing breaths became louder, more agitated as it failed time and again to find the one entrance it knew should have been there, but that Matias didn't possess. It bellowed angrily as its slick length speared between the human's thighs, painfully shoving his own genitals and his arm aside and smearing its scent across his stomach. The length Matias saw, and the thickening of it the further down he looked triggered his flight instinct, screaming at himself to get out of the situation and flee, but any attempt to get away at that point would no doubt end in his death.

Another withdrawal of its hips, another attempt to thrust forward into the smaller male before it.

The length slipped wetly between the human's ass cheeks, grinding down against his glistening back before another angry bellow echoed off the trees around them. Matias ducked his head in submission, hoping that it would help placate the minotaur as it once again missed its mark. He stank more of the beast now than he did his own sweat, and his cock was responding to that in a way he had never experienced before. He was craving it now, teetering on the edge of orgasm from simply being splattered with such a monsters fluids and the feral, almost desperate thrusting and grinding it was subjecting him to.

When the moment finally came, Matias nearly blacked out.

The minotaur found its mark, and the human had only a moment to withdraw his fingers before the pointed tip of its shaft speared forward directly into the centre of his hole. The scream he released was cut off almost instantly as inch after inch plowed into him, robbing his lungs of air as the beast sought to bury itself entirely inside him.

It managed half of its cock before the human's body fought back, preventing anything more from entering his backside, but the minotaur didn't care. It gripped Matias, one hand gripping his waist, while the other closed down painfully on his shoulder. It began bucking its hips, forcing its way past Matias' weakening muscles bit by bit, never slowing, never stopping.

Matias struggled to stay conscious, his mind desperately trying to focus on something, anything beyond the pain. He was barely able to keep himself braced against the boulder, and struggled to draw in proper breaths or form any coherent thoughts as his body was violated in the most sublime fashion. The shifting sensations of the minotaur's shaggy fur against his back was electrifying, giving him some modicum of comfort as the beast drove itself deeper into his ass with brutal, animalistic thrusts. A large glob of the brute's drool splattered down onto his shoulder, mingling with his sweat before the groove of his spine carried it down to his backside where the wet sounds of their coupling were only growing louder and lewder.

The small clearing was awash with wet slaps and bestial roars as the minotaur finally began bottoming out in the whimpering human's ass. Its pendulous sack slapped and bumped against Matias' smaller thighs, soaking them with the taboo mixture of fluid running freely from his now gaping backside. Both of its massive hands now gripped the human's shoulders, pulling him back against each thrust as the beast let loose another bone shaking bellow. The pressure he felt building inside him was utterly alien; a sensation no other man could have hoped to have provided as those pendulous balls emptied their contents.

Strands of seed dripped and squirted out around the hulks cock with each withdrawal and thrust, soaking Matias' thighs and leaving an ever growing damp patch of soil beneath. Like any feral beast, the minotaur had provided its seed, pumping it so deeply into its partner that offspring was all but guaranteed. Its job done, the brute let its shaft slip wetly from the human's ass, a wet sucking squelch filling the clearing as the pointed tip slipped free, the length already withdrawing into its sheath.

Matias collapsed onto his knees, still bracing his upper half against the boulder, panting and struggling to keep his body awake. The edges of his vision was black, but at least recovering, along with his spacial awareness. The minotaur had moved away, pleased enough with itself and confident in the human not being a threat, certainly not after the mounting it had given him.

He looked to his right where he had dropped his clothes, slowly reaching over to retrieve a small pouch. The clinking of empty bottles within earned a loud snort from the minotaur, freezing the human in place momentarily before he resumed pulling the pouch closer to him at an agonizingly slow pace.

Running down his trembling legs was a liquid he could surely use in his alchemy, perhaps even to empower the potion he had promised the Duke. With such a concoction, perhaps word would make it back to the Royal Court, a pathway to practice his art at the Capital!

Slowly, Matias settled back on his knees, his legs welcoming the lessened stress on them as he retrieved a bottle and popped the stopper out. He ran it along his inner thighs, collecting the thick fluid from his body before setting it under his gaped backside.

He was able to fill two bottles, his body still aching from the brutal mating he had just endured. He still wasn't dead though, so he felt relaxed even as his eyes glanced over the discarded battle axe lying in the dirt beside him. Of the minotaur itself, he didn't know what it was doing. He hadn't dared turn his head to the beast for fear that it might see the move as some sort of challenge, but its stench was still suffusing the air around him.

It made his head swim, but in a strangely pleasant way. Matias couldn't even smell himself, and his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, helped along by the heavy moisture lingering in the air. All his nose could detect beyond the bestial stench was a sliver of the forest around him, and even that was barely noticeable.

With the state he was in, Matias wasn't sure he would be able to handle the trek back down the mountain, but he could at least make a start, if only to remove the risk of the minotaur deciding he would make a better dinner than breeder once it had recovered its wits.