Perks of an Adventurer
Okay, I know you guys hear this all the time, but YAY, this is my the first story I've ever written. I felt I needed an outlet for my recent sexual aggressiveness, so my creativity vomited this story up.
Rate it and stuff, be gentle. ^.^
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"An' whatcha gonna do, little doggie? Bark me to death?" The young minotaur warrior said with a grin, facing what appeared to be a male canine, standing a mere five and a half feet tall in front of him, who was dressed in a dark blue tunic and black silk pants. The minotaur warrior was not sure how the adventurer had gotten so far into the old ruins that served as his tribe's home. He was posted here, guarding their chief, his older brother.
As the adventurer stepped forward into the torch light, the Minotaur's eyes widened. The advenurer was a doberman, only his eyes were bright pink, his fur completely white... an albino!
"Something like that..." The dog's smooth voice responded as he raised a paw.
The minotaur gasped as blasts of psychic energy tore into his mind, dropping him to the floor in a split second. The doberman, called Bein the Mindbreaker by most, crouched down next to the unconscious minotaur and sighed, using his mithril dagger to finish the kill cleanly before looking up to the door that this one had been guarding.
A traveler by nature, he was used to coming across situations that needed his formidable power. In this case, a tribe of rather primitive mice had just been attacked by the minotaur clan. Only one had been spared... though left in a very sorry state.
The psionicist frowned and opened the door slowly, already hearing the tremendous snoring from the clan's chieftan inside. After closing and locking the door silently behind him, he approached the gigantic bed to see the monster sleeping naked upon it, and what a sight he was! The canine actually stopped and admired the large creature. At least nine feet tall, the monster was covered in thick and shaggy brown fur, well suited for this bitter winter season. It's legs were spread wide and one leg hung off the bed. The doberman's eyes were drawn to the monster's crotch, looking over that huge sheath, and the big, heavy balls... the dobie shook his head a bit, snapping his eyes away from the minotaur's naughty bits, squirming slightly as he realized that his own sheath had started to swell.
He then remembered the story that the one mouse native had told him, that the chief of the minotaur clan had snatched him up and taken him to a desolate location during the battle and, in the rodent's own words, 'dishonored' him. The canine smirked a little and almost wished it had been him and not the mouse, but only for a moment.
The psionicist cleared his throat at that thought, an idea coming to mind. At the sudden sound, the minotaur chieftan's snores were interrupted and it's eyes snapped open. The doberman stood back a few feet from the bed as the monster glared at him, slowly getting up.
"What you doing in here?! Who let you in?" It roared.
The canine smiled casually and jabbed a thumb in the door's direction, "Your dead brother."
The minotaur huffed loudly through it's nose, clouding up the golden nose ring hanging there. It's body shook violently as it balled it's fists. As the doberman saw this, he tilted his head slightly and smiled, sending specific instructions to the stupid monster's mind. The smile turned to a grin as the minotaur fell to it's knees, it's eyes wide with confusion, arms hanging limp at it's side.
"Wha...." The canine knelt in front of the chieftain and put up a finger to the minotaur's lips as it tried to speak, using his psionic energies to shut it up and to weaken it even further.
"Now, now, no need for violence, I'm not going to kill you. That's right, I'm going to spare you. Just the way you spared that one mouse after letting your band kill the rest of them. Only I'm going to have my fun, as well..." As he said this, the doberman reached over and hoisted up the monster's testicles in one of his paws, scritching underneath them and rolling them about, feeling their weight with a lustful grin before continuing his gropings up to the monster's thick sheath.
The minotaur could do nothing more than stare with wide eyes, breathing heavily as he was violated, his arms flexing only slightly, wanting so badly to swat this little dog across the room. Despite the news that his entire clan was destroyed by this little dog, despite the incredible anger coursing through it's mind, it felt it's member rousing inside of it's sheath, causing it to swell. To it's credit, it actually managed to raise one arm, shakily trying to swipe at the doberman.
Bein noticed the movement and laughed, leaning over slightly, biting down hard on the monster's furry hand, glancing out of the corner of his eye as the minotaur growled in pain, then shoved it away and stood up, looking down at the pitiful sight, smirking as he watched the monster's cock starting to push out of the sheath.
"Mmm... I'm going to enjoy this." He said, pulling his tunic off of his torso and untying his silk pants, letting them slip away from his white furred naked body, revealing his fully erect 7" long pink shaft, his knot already starting to show slightly. He walked around behind the beast and kicked it in the back, forcing it to fall to it's face, it's ass still up in the air, perfectly presented to the dobie.
The minotaur growled, it's body shaking with rage, and even more so as it felt the sudden intrusion, it's eyes opening wide, huffing through it's nose loudly.
Bein shoved his cock fully into the minotaur's ass, making sure to do it as roughly as he could, growling primally as he hilted inside of the monster. He reached to the minotaur's sides and snatched a pawfull of that long fur and used it for leverage as he started thrusting hard into it. He wasted no time in picking up speed, his balls slapping against the dominated monster's ass as his knot swelled to it's full size. And still, Bein's thrusts did not slow as he shoved his knot in and out of the beast's rump, spewing hot, thick seed from his cock. He panted heavily as his orgasm subsided, letting out a huge sigh as he went still.
The minotaur only then, as it growled in anger as the doberman fully dominated him, realized that it could move, if only slightly. It did try to, reaching back quickly and grabbing the canine's wrist. And then everything went dark...
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The chieftain opened his eyes again, groaning as he slowly got up to his hands and knees, glancing up to see the doberman, fully clothed again, leaning on the doorframe. He started to charge at him when the canine cleared his throat,
"Uh uh... I wouldn't do that if I were you." The monster stopped, actually shaking in fear as well as in anger, scared of this frighteningly powerful 'dog.'
"I'm gonna let you live, because I like you. You didn't kill the mouse, so I won't kill you. You're too much fun to play with..." The psionicist threw an untied bag at the minotaur. It hit the floor and it's bulging contents spilled forth. The monster's eyes grew wide. It had never even SEEN gold in it's entire life, and it was all over the floor, RIGHT THERE! It looked doubtfully up at the doberman.
"Behave," Bein said, "Don't go off killing anything smarter than you, and I'll come back to have my play time with you whenever I feel like it... and you'll be rewarded. This whole cave is yours now, be thankful to me for that... and that I let you live."
With that, the doberman stuck his paws into his silk pockets and walked off, a smug grin on his face. What a great quest.